It is now 6:14 am and I’m on my second cup of coffee. There are only two things that can get me out of bed this early (5:30 am.)
1. A plane to catch to some fabulous place: London.
2. Being so angry I want to hit something.
It’s the latter this time. Usually, when I awake at 5:30, I can stumble (literally, stumble, banging into walls and furniture) into the bathroom, take care of my immediate needs and go straight back to bed and fall asleep without a thought. But not when I’m furious, which I am right now. And guess why: job, again. I was treated so unfairly yesterday that I am actually going to write a letter to Human Resources and complain, which will then label me a Troublemaker, I’m sure, but I am still going to do it. (Yes, I’ve learned that if you complain about anything, ANYTHING, in the work world, you are forever deemed a Troublemaker.) Although I’m not going to go into detail, I’ll tell you that I am right to be so pissed off that I want to hit something. Last night while stuffing sushi into my mouth as fast as I could possibly chew, I told my brother, Don the Professor Who Has It Made With His University Teaching Job, that I hate working. Not entirely true. I just hate this dumb job. That’s the last I’ll say about it. For now. I told Don that I was going to devote the next few months to trying to find a way to support myself without having the displeasure of looking, every day, at a very ugly Nazi-freaking-boss who is an idiot without a college degree. Hello, Internet? I need you to help me find work. Anything that involves writing or editing in some capacity. And speaking of degrees, you’d think that an MA in English would get me someplace, wouldn’tcha? Well, y'all, it ain't helpin' me none. I guess I just haven’t looked into the subject extensively enough yet, but now I’m going to do just that.
Other things that are popping into my head right now:
It’s a crying shame when your imagination far exceeds your budget.
I want to learn how to sew and make pretty throw pillows to go with the bedspread for which I’m still searching.
My grandmother has a sewing machine she’s wanting to give me.
I need to get all of my photos into scrapbooks before August.
I am going to learn to refinish furniture this year.
Remind me to tell you what I did to my dog. That's a post unto its own.
That stack of books beside my bed only gets taller. The only way I’ll ever read every book I want to read is to live five hundred more years. Oh, and no more books will be written. Ever. And no new New Yorkers will ever be printed. Love those short stories, too.
I’m leaving for school in August. I just don’t know where I’m going, yet.
I could use some feedback on these cities, since they are the cities with schools to which I’m applying for Fall of this year:
I think Amanda knows a little something about Denton. Tell me about it, Amanda, please! The rest of you guys, give me some input if you know anything about these places that I can’t find by Googling them. Pretty please with M&Ms on top.
A bag of M&Ms would be good with my coffee right now.