Never been fired before.
God, I've been drinking as if I've been thirsty for my whole employed life. So. Thirsty.
Are you confessing that your no fire record is still intact? Or are you drinking because today was the first?
Apparently he's confessing that he's too fucking stupid to answer a question that is not a yes or no option.
She's unemployed and drunk. Go easy.
No. I miss being unemployed.
It is pretty awesome.
oh? tell me about it.
I work in hospitality. I love seasonal work, it's great cuz you have busy seasons and slow seasons, and it pays really well. I can get hanging out for a couple weeks without work, but how the eff does one deal with unemployment?! I don't get it. My next two years was based on that income. Now what?
so far, I have gone cliff jumping, ran up and down a mountain, did yoga on a fucking paddle boat, been to every party i've been invited to, got thai massage, got glittery at a flaming lips show, and drinking everything in sight since I got fired on Tuesday. Sounds fun, but I don't know how much longer I can keep this up.
Monday will come and I won't know what to do with myself. And my dumb ass just got an order of huckleberry vodka from the liqoru store that I requested two weeks ago. Fuck- where is my liver?
Maybe you could occupy your time by looking for a new job. Keep in mind that as much as the best part of losing a job is signing on the dole and taking a little vacation from the pressures of life, in the current job market you probably don't want to take too long off.
But as far as things you could do that would enrich your life, read Catch-22 twice in a row.
true dat. I usually take to nature when most people wig out. Cold mountain water and booze is better than most other methods of coping, i think.
Next week Outdoor Retailers come to Salt Lake. They're a giant group of granola entrepreneurs with a shit ton of money to drop while expo-ing their schwag. So far I've been offered jobs hustling sushi, pedi cabbing, bar tending, and talent scouting for a porch fest. I could combine all those in one week and still not make as much as I was making at my other job. It is that thought, and the fact that maybe it's time I make the jump from hospitality to public relations as I am actually graduating from in a few months that scares me. fucking life decisions, man. time to put on my big girl panties, take another shot and make something happen. ps. I am listening to jungle. what!?
Listening to jungle is a step in the right direction. What the fuck was your old job exactly? Don't give me this "hospitality" bullshit.
I forgot all about jungle. And right now it seems so epic. Then again I'm drunk and have missed my mouth a few times when eating just now.
ugh... Until Tuesday I worked banquets bartending and serving at a mountain resort in Deer Valley- The St. Regis. The kind of place people drop close to a million for their weddings, or business retreats. Glamourous place, not the most glamourous job- but it paid and my co-workers are awesome. I got fired because after 3 split shifts where I wake up at 3am to get to work at 5am, then take a couple hours off and come back to work till 11 and then drive a fucking hour home- I was very tired. I had no where to go in between and run out of places to sleep. So an engineer with a lot of keys told me a room was unoccupied and considered "broken." that I could sleep on the couch for the two hours I had in between shifts. I didn't ask questions. And I got caught. In hotel work, that's like suicide.
fucking bullshit corporate nonsense. no warning, no slap on the hand. just 'here's your paycheck, we didn't want to fire you, but it's procedure.' 4 years gone like a dream.
now you know.
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Have you considered hooking?
Since I am not working, I fell like I am not accomplishing anything.....cr****
Have Another Hit Of Colorado Sunshine
Back when I didn't know any better, I used to think Skrillex started dubstep... *Super ultra mega face-palm*
You sucked then. You still suck.
3/6: Steffi, Virginia @ Mighty
3/14: Simian Mobile Disco b2b Roman Flugel, JPhlip @ PW
3/21: Cymbals Eat Guitars @ GAMH
3/21: Adam X @ TBA
3/23: HINDS @ Rickshaw Stop
3/24: Tim Hecker, Oren Ambarchi @ The Independent
4/6: Hookworms, Disappears @ The Rickshaw Stop
So I found this spider hanging out on my wall so I threw it in my toilet. Well, I guess I forgot to flush because 2 hours later I returned and the fucker was walking around my toilet bowl. So I pulled out my shlong and pissed all over it. And I thought: what a fucking thing this life is. One second you're spinning your web and some motherfucker picks ou up and throws you in the toilet, and you miraculously find the will to survive and only a short time later that same mother fucker pisses all over you and sends you to Huntington beach outflow.
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I don't let myself enjoy the smell of unattributed barbecue as it wafts past on a summer's breeze because I'm always a little afraid I might actually be smelling someone's slow asphyxiation in a housefire.
It is true. It's a weird phobia I have, and I'm not sure where it comes from. It manifests somewhat less strongly but similarly in a fear of biting somebody hard as an attack deterrent and removing enough flesh to accidentally swallow.
... Hannah, seriously--what the fuck happened to you?
I'm writing a Ghostwriteresque TV series for kids based on you people. Hannah is an 11 year old computer hacker.
I walked into the men’s room after eating a panini for lunch and unintentionally applied flour onto my dick. I’m guessing it’s still on.
2 oz blended whiskey
Juice of 1/2 lemon
1/2 tsp powdered sugar
1/2 slice lemon
Shake blended whiskey, juice of lemon, and powdered sugar with ice and strain into a whiskey sour glass. Decorate with the half-slice of lemon, top with the cherry, and serve.
I dropped my cell phone on my lip while laying down and texting last night. No alcohol involved. I feel like I got my ass kicked.
you DID get your ass kicked.