They asked me to come in the office to 'shadow' with a coworker, and I arrived just a few minutes early. Buses aren't as consistent as I thought they would be. The job wasn't that thrilling, but it seemed kind of interesting: I would be responsible for several TV networks' commercial programming. You basically have to fill in the holes based on ( Read more... )

when they said, "come meet the team", i thought getting the job was all but a formality at this point ( Read more... )

At least it's nice to have options.

Maybe I will stay in Seattle, maybe I won't.

it's as simple as this: i have awful timing ( Read more... )

I couldn't resist digging my old journal up from the grave. I did so as I quickly tapped my down arrow past all of those nasty entries about my cocaine habit. I'm too tired to delete them and perhaps that would be unfair or some kind of revisionist history, so I'm keeping them ( Read more... )

I'm using livejournal as a really inappropriate way to express my feelings. I am doing myself no favors by expressing my distaste for life ad nauseam ( Read more... )

I need help. so much of it. A week until I leave now and I haven't even really started to pack. I've tried but I get too depressed. I don't have a dollar to my name, not enough money to even buy boxes to pack with. My mother is starting to get annoyed with me. I had to beg her to let me use her credit card to buy FreshDirect groceries. I have ( Read more... )

For those of you who have read my journals for years, you might remember i had a friend named david when i first moved here. We were bust buds until he got a boyfriend and, naturally, i screwed it up because i didn't know how to handle it. We fell out of touch and had no more than a sentence or two to say to eachother for almost 2 years ( Read more... )

A fortnight until I leave New York, and I'm barely prepared. I just started packing and knowing my methodical nature, I'll start off wanting to analyze everything I own and assess it in terms of sentimental value vs. cost to shop, and end up getting distracted and throw most of it away ( Read more... )

You should see my room. Or, actually you shouldn't. Everyone who's come over in the past 2 months has seen me get defensive about its physical state - it's such an embarrassment that I lug my gigantic iMac out to the living room if I'm showing a movie to someone. Nobody goes in there but me. Not even my roommates. The door remains shut at all ( Read more... )