I quit my job ( Read more... )

In deciding this evening whether or not to quit the job below, I consulted many other sources, other than myself of course, as is my way. It's easy to say to oneself, "Listen to yourself" or "Do what you know is right", but that can also prove impossible when your own recurring behavior seems even worse, more deceptive and contradictory than what ( Read more... )

HERE'S WHAT THAT SHIT SHOULD SAY:

Title:  Box Office Manager, not Asisstant Manager because there is no Manager, Executive Secretary, Finance Associate (HAH!!), Marketing Associate, Assistant to the General Manager.
Hourly Wage:  Shit, with no paid dinner break and labor law violations galore.

Description:  Work all alone in a box office the size of a ( Read more... )

My first entry in over a year just to say ....

Ask for help.
Don't put things off.

How many times must  I learn this goddamn lesson before it finally sinks in????

FUCK.

More later, I suppose.

This weekend saw my complete tour of DC, along with my large suitcase whom we eventually affectionately named "Suity", Hostess Cupcakes, and occasionally, kitty litter ( Read more... )

Tonight the great city of Cambridge swallowed up another three of my precious hours which I spent in foolhardy pursuit of that goddamned Bukowski bar without directions. Curse you Google! I spurn you, MapQuest!, said I, but sadly, I was met with the same heartbreak that greets me each time I say something vague along the lines of, "I think it's ( Read more... )

The problem with losing weight at a young age is that no matter how well-read and basically rational you are, you forget, on several levels, that the weight will come back on about 300-times easier than it came off.

Right.

In case you've ever wondered what lays waiting inside the doors of the Premium Cinema, constructed as part of the illustrious Framingham 16, look no further. On Saturday, Meredith and I passed through its charming exterior, labelled "Grille". It is a veritable wunder-land (as the Germans say) of overpriced shrimp cocktail, tiny tubs of pristinely ( Read more... )

Ha, for what it's worth, which isn't much, I just remembered my prime post-graduation plan for grades 10-12 and much of college, which somehow, had been summarily forgotten:

Audition for the touring cast of RENT.

Ha. Although I'm not so sure I'm cut out to be a pleather-clad gypsy, in my brain it makes a lot of sense. ;)

Still without internet, I type hyperly from my mother's office this time, where I am currently allowing myself to be 12 and babysat by the computer and candy and soda while mommy finishes work. How time flies when your modem chord hasn't been ripped cruelly from you like a premie's umbilical chord ( Read more... )