the wrong side of the bed
Monday, August 21, 2006
jeremy "the buggle" freese had congratulated me for getting a job, finally. okay, so i added the finally part, not him. but i do have to say it. i was getting really tired of unemployment. in fact, i had an interesting conversation about unemployment this morning on the bus. a man named willy has taken a liking to me. he's looking for a job right now. he's got an interview for a position with american girl this thursday. $12/hour to drive a forklift. i was looking at $12/hour jobs just two weeks ago. i hope it works out for willy. i think he was going to ask me out. to The Pub on state street. i'm not proud, but i made sure to drop into conversation that i have a boyfriend. the bus seems like the place to get hit on.
anyway, people have said that i seem to be doing better. some people attribute this to leaving grad school. some seem to think it is getting this job. my theory is that i am down from about 20 seizures a month to one. yep. one seizure. you have no idea how much beter i feel.
anyway, people have said that i seem to be doing better. some people attribute this to leaving grad school. some seem to think it is getting this job. my theory is that i am down from about 20 seizures a month to one. yep. one seizure. you have no idea how much beter i feel.
Labels: bus, compliments, work
10:06 AM
4 Comments:
I thought you were making about $12/hour. You're making more? Awesome. I'm totally buying GS cookies this year. Even though they do cause cancer.
Great to hear you're doing better. Of course, you should know that grad school induces seizures even in people who don't suffer from epilepsy.
I heard a great pick-up line at the South Transfer Point once:
Man: So, do you live around here?
Me: No, I work down here.
Man: What do you do?
Me: I'm a volunteer coordinator.
Man: I'd like to volunteer?
Me: Yeah?
Man: Yeah, I'll volunteer my phone number, you volunteer yours.
Smooth. Real Smooth.
Man: So, do you live around here?
Me: No, I work down here.
Man: What do you do?
Me: I'm a volunteer coordinator.
Man: I'd like to volunteer?
Me: Yeah?
Man: Yeah, I'll volunteer my phone number, you volunteer yours.
Smooth. Real Smooth.
That's awesome. That's going in the little black book for sure.
As a bus rider in a city where taking public transportation is viewed as a form of humiliation surpassed only by (gasp) walking, I've got to say that I've met some truly interesting people on the bus.
On the one hand, I met a reporter who was on the verge of cracking some accreditation scandal at Compton College. On the other hand, however, I watched some guy "save" an illegal immigrant, and then as soon as the guy got off the bus, whip out a cell phone and call his friends to brag about the soul he won for Jesus.
As a bus rider in a city where taking public transportation is viewed as a form of humiliation surpassed only by (gasp) walking, I've got to say that I've met some truly interesting people on the bus.
On the one hand, I met a reporter who was on the verge of cracking some accreditation scandal at Compton College. On the other hand, however, I watched some guy "save" an illegal immigrant, and then as soon as the guy got off the bus, whip out a cell phone and call his friends to brag about the soul he won for Jesus.
