: Odds and Ends
---I forgot how much I love covering the Virginia Duals -- and wrestling in general. It might not be the most popular or glamorous sport in the world, but the passion is unmatched and the competition is intense. Some of the stories within the sport are amazing to hear and write about, and everyone's enthusiasm for what they do is infectious.
And there's no Ebonee. That counts for a lot.
---Speaking of Ebonee, I'm getting tired of hearing her gripe about how unhappy she is with her job in the office. I think it's horribly unprofessional to complain about your job while you're at said job, where all your colleagues can hear you. There's a lot to be said for office morale, and hearing about how unhappy someone is can make everyone else not want to be there, too.
Hell, if she's really that unhappy with her job, let me take it. I'll do it better, and I can use the $11,000 pay increase.
---Munchie wants me to move in with him once his mom moves out of the house they're staying in. It's a nice house in a nice neighborhood, and I have to admit I like the thought of moving out of my mom's house. Only problem is, rent's $600 a month per person -- which currently makes up half of a paycheck.
Unless I get a raise, or a better-paying job, that's a no-go.
---The New Year's resolutions are slow going. I've been eating better -- I tried this oriental chicken salad at Applebees yesterday and about died, it was so good -- but I've yet to begin working out again and I haven't yet started looking for another job. I will get to those, though, and as much as I want to, I won't quit my job at Hampton unless and until I have something else lined up. I realize pickings are really slim right now, but it wouldn't hurt to at least look.
If nothing else, I could bide my time at Hampton until I can get back into grad school. That won't be easy, either, but that won't stop me from trying.
---Yes, for all my bluster about how much I don't like myself and how low my self-esteem is, I still keep trying to make things better for myself. I guess that means I'm either incredibly stubborn and pig-headed, or as strong as everyone says I am. I think I'll go with the latter; the ego boost is bigger.
And right now, I need all the help I can get.
---I need to finish that novel, already. I'm still two chapters away from being done, and I have all these other novel ideas running around in my head. I would love to begin a career as a novelist and maybe even a screenwriter, though this first novel probably won't ever get published (unless I get permission from Joss Whedon -- please?).
Still, it's another option. And again, no Ebonee.
---I forgot how much I love covering the Virginia Duals -- and wrestling in general. It might not be the most popular or glamorous sport in the world, but the passion is unmatched and the competition is intense. Some of the stories within the sport are amazing to hear and write about, and everyone's enthusiasm for what they do is infectious.
And there's no Ebonee. That counts for a lot.
---Speaking of Ebonee, I'm getting tired of hearing her gripe about how unhappy she is with her job in the office. I think it's horribly unprofessional to complain about your job while you're at said job, where all your colleagues can hear you. There's a lot to be said for office morale, and hearing about how unhappy someone is can make everyone else not want to be there, too.
Hell, if she's really that unhappy with her job, let me take it. I'll do it better, and I can use the $11,000 pay increase.
---Munchie wants me to move in with him once his mom moves out of the house they're staying in. It's a nice house in a nice neighborhood, and I have to admit I like the thought of moving out of my mom's house. Only problem is, rent's $600 a month per person -- which currently makes up half of a paycheck.
Unless I get a raise, or a better-paying job, that's a no-go.
---The New Year's resolutions are slow going. I've been eating better -- I tried this oriental chicken salad at Applebees yesterday and about died, it was so good -- but I've yet to begin working out again and I haven't yet started looking for another job. I will get to those, though, and as much as I want to, I won't quit my job at Hampton unless and until I have something else lined up. I realize pickings are really slim right now, but it wouldn't hurt to at least look.
If nothing else, I could bide my time at Hampton until I can get back into grad school. That won't be easy, either, but that won't stop me from trying.
---Yes, for all my bluster about how much I don't like myself and how low my self-esteem is, I still keep trying to make things better for myself. I guess that means I'm either incredibly stubborn and pig-headed, or as strong as everyone says I am. I think I'll go with the latter; the ego boost is bigger.
And right now, I need all the help I can get.
---I need to finish that novel, already. I'm still two chapters away from being done, and I have all these other novel ideas running around in my head. I would love to begin a career as a novelist and maybe even a screenwriter, though this first novel probably won't ever get published (unless I get permission from Joss Whedon -- please?).
Still, it's another option. And again, no Ebonee.