Not so glamorous

Another day, another free luch paid for by the company. It's the only reason why I go to work anyway. I'm there for the food.

So anyway, thanks Dot for the input about the job and housing. When my roommate leaves, she'll be selling the condo so there's no way I could keep the place since it's not mine in the first place! Unless I buy it from her with my Monopoly money. So yeah, that's out of the question. I'm looking a little at the ads right now, but finding a decent place to stay for a reasonable price is ridiculous because everything is overpriced and I'm po'. Is that how you spell it?

Housing programs... there probably are some but they all sound a bit shady because most are not school sponsored. But I'm not sure how much better it would be if the school were to get involved. I used to live in the private apartments right across the street from school and that was pretty crappy simply because I had to share with so many others. I'm sure I'll find something eventually but it's going to take a lot of time and effort. Something I don't look forward to but who knows, maybe my luck will get me through it. Lord knows I need it.

My plans for celebrating New Years consist of cheap champagne and sleeping right after midnight. Since I now have to sleep early for work, I've become used to waking up early as well. I can't believe how one day can be wasted at work, stuck in a building 5 days a week 8 or more hours a day. This is probably why I've been prolonging school. What time is left after work? And what if you're exhausted from sitting at your desk 90% of the time like a rock pushing papers around? You wouldn't think it would stressful but it is.

I used to envy all the professional people with their taylored suits and leather briefcases walking in a fast pace to get to work, so they could do Important and Meaningful Things. But now I think... this kind of sucks actually. There's got to be more than this, right? I should take a page from my cousin's book of life; she dropped out of grad school to cook. And she's having a marvelous time.

Oh screw it, I'm going to make myself a cuppa.

Mean females

I wish I could say that my reason for this absence was because of some exciting thing that has happened to me. But it hasn’t, I was just lazy and was going through another dry spell. My life is so unexciting that this happens occasionally. I figured the whole whiney bit ran out a little too long as well. But this is a rant too, I can't help myself. If you want to be in denial, like me once in a while, you could always pretend I was on yet another cruise to some far off destination. I spent most of my time in the bar or on deck, sipping margaritas.

I started work today at a new place with new people and all I can say is… the weather sucks and women are mean. Ok, they’re more verbal about their feelings than at my old place. But then again, I was the only female there so perhaps that’s why. You really never know what’s going through anyone’s mind, yet Michelle almost all the time lets everyone know how she feels. I think it’s supposed to be refreshing but I think I could do without it. Who knows, it has only been a day.

It sucks if you’re a single chic in SF according to my roommate (talking on the phone that I’m eavesdropping on) because:

1. Most of the guys here are gay
2. The good ones are taken
3. You’d be competing with other females up the wazoo for the leftovers.

And that’s why she’s thinking of leaving by April. So you can’t really blame me for not trying, I mean it takes so much effort and for what? So yeah, that also means I have to leave by April as well. So, I’d be commuting to school and work. Which sucks. There you have it, between eating meals alone and trying to get used to everything at work, my life has probably set its path. Permanently. I feel so numb. Or is it dumb? Next year better kick this year’s ass. Big time.

Best Christmas gift: A nice jacket and a nice place to stay even if it is for 3 months only. C'est la vie.

Note to self: Ma cousine & Trouquet; the theater district. Has an affinity to Salman Rushdie.