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Got let go from my temp job today. I shouldn't be too upset about it, since it was inevitably going to come to an end, being a temp job and all. There has been a massive cutting of temps in recent weeks because business has been so slow, but we'd been assured that they were done cutting and that things had stabilized. On top of that, I was cut ( Read more... )

This is a very depressing day.

Don't try to tell me that there's still hope. We're relying on at least 75% of the uncounted vote in Ohio to go for Kerry. It isn't going to happen.

Yankee Lanes can suck a duck. If all patrons get the same kind of knowledgeable service that I've gotten, it's amazing that they're still in business at all. But then, being the only freaking real (i.e., not candlepin) bowling center in the area, I guess they don't have to worry about that. Fucking monopolies ( Read more... )

Tomorrow is my last free day before I become a slave to the man. And fortunately, it should be a fun day. We've got the Sox-Yanks at 1:00, then Pats-Cards at 4:00, which will be interrupted by bowling league at 5:00 (though, with luck, the game will be on at the alley). Finally, we're in a bowling league. We did that dinky summer league which ( Read more... )

So, Meghan's not too keen on the idea of my working 60 hours a week for an indefinite period of time. And honestly, neither am I, especially with the one-car-for-two people situation. But I just don't see how I can turn down a (relatively) high-paying job when the higher-paying-but-part-time job I already have is obviously not going to be enough ( Read more... )

So, Bonney the temp agency called and apparently the client company canceled the two-week data entry job I was going to do. Blah. So instead, Bonney's got another data entry job at BankNorth in Falmouth for me. Except this one's of an open-ended length. Hrm. Well, job security is nice, but I wasn't sure I wanted to be continuously working 12 ( Read more... )

Finally, finally my freebie Ebonite Maxim is correctly drilled and ready to knock down those fucking 10-pins.

Life is good right now, much to my surprise. Just got home from my job at the Press Herald, which despite being about as entry-level as you can get (100% glamour-free!), is something that I'm actually enjoying, for the most part. C.J. (my superviser, I suppose I'd call him) says they've had people quit after one shift before. I guess I can see how ( Read more... )