I am writing you this today from inside the New York Public Library. It is so beautiful! Stone walls, wooden bookcases, golden ceilings with inlaid pictures, chandeliers, AND free wireless. What more could I ask for?
So yea, I was supposed to start my new job yesterday.................. Well, this post is gonna be a little drama for you mama, but seriously I have no one else to talk to. Josh and I are still on a bit of a rocky road. And I wish that meant ice cream, cause I am eating like nothing. I only eat about 1 to a half a meal a day. Pretty soon Josh and I will be able to share clothes and well, let's face it, I have always been of, well, ample stature in comparison. I have more ass downstairs than a dimly lit pool hall under a gay bar on a Sat. night.
Anyways, when Josh was supposed to leave me on the subway yesterday, we just couldn't get off on a good foot. We're so unhappy about various things but still in love, it's a very volatile combination. Cut to, an entire day of us arguing all over Rockefeller plaza and him skipping work. We got nothing accomplished but by the end of the day I was so exhausted I had no idea what I even wanted so badly anyway. Also throughout the day I just dreaded going to my new job. I called in and said it wasn't right for me. With all of the crap going on I really need something that's going to make me happy. This just didn't seem like it.
If you all remember, I am not allowed to be in the apt. when Josh isn't there because his roommates are pissheads. The job started at 4 or 5. I get up at 7 and leave with Josh at 8 and am a nomadic transient all day. I would have gotten home at 12 from the show every night. Does that sound like a fun schedule.
Survey says...............................................................................NO!
Also, I was only going to get paid $7-8 an hour. I went to college! Private school no less! I had a 3.8 GPA! I am not going to serve drinks to yuppie assholes, on 6 hours of sleep, while my relationship is falling apart at home cause my boyfriend can't stand to stay up past 10PM.
Christ on a stick! I just need a big block of awesomeness to fall out of the sky and knock the crap out of me. Is that asking for too much?
Editors note: Thank you very much for all of the people who sent emails, texts, comments or voicemails to congratulate me on getting a job. It is so awesome to hear from people outside of all this craziness.
Also, crazy thank yous to Kristy who is taking care of (and taking pictures for me)my little guy while I'm here. I miss him soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much. Last night after the whole day, I was a wreck. I just want my dog, I was not being unreasonable, is that to much to ask? No. Josh said, "Noah, stop crying? Why are you crying? Are you crying cause you miss Graham? Stop crying. Do you think he's going to forget you? Stop crying. There's no reason to cry." I was of course crying and unable to talk but the much more aggressive little Noah inside of my head answered,
"Yes, BITCH, I'm crying about my dog! He was to only thing keeping me happy and I gave him up for you and your crap! Yes, I think he's going to forget me! He's only 2 years old and you signed a "no dog" lease for 2 years! I will be without more than I have been with him! Your bitch ass roommate has a cat! I'm allergic to cats, bitch! You said you were going to try to get Graham here or find a way for us to get out of this apt. and you're doing JACK SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Little Noah is, at times, more dramatic than I am. I think. But, I've been wrong before.
My little guy! Looking so cute! OMG, he's so cute!
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