Sometimes You Get What You Ask For

I started this post Monday....

"This Place Truly Sucks

and I'm starting to dread coming here. The mood is just well, weird. My Boss is very bitter, as well he should be. But I spent so much time in my life being bitter about various things, and I fought so hard to rid myself of those things that I just can't be here like this.

But lord knows I hate jobsearching. I suck at interviewing. My philosophy is... you see my credentials. You see what I can do. I can learn anything I'm interested in and put my mind too. Either you like me or you don't. And if you don't like me, does it outweigh the fact that I can do what you ask me to do? Either hire me, or don't... but don't have me fill out paperwork, and meet with HR who doesn't know anything about design, or ask me dumb questions.

Argh. But I'm going to have to suck it up real soon cuz this isn't fun anymore....

I need to catch up on 1977, since I was writing a lot this week. Although I was fairly obsessed with my first period, which is pretty understandable. Too funny that the older we get the less we want to think about it...

BigBear's reception was Saturday, and it was a roaring success. Her work was beautiful, and well received. We were all quite proud. And Poppy graciously played "Mr. Bigbear". I'll post pictures later."

...and then yesterday I was canned. So you see, be careful what you wish for.

Overall, I'm OK with it. And I get paid thru the end of November. The truly worst part about this for me is the fact that I'm facing all this shit alone. Again. I'm tired of being alone.

And I'll start writing again soon cuz I need to but a.) I'm sitting in the Fat Lady's house because noone can get to me here but it's a little weird to write something and know she can read it immediately and b.) the lambs are screaming really loudly right now and I'm trying not to listen...