So, I got bamboozled into going to Upstate NY. My father (when he wasn't pissing me off) was all, "why don't you come up for the weekend" yesterday and I felt all happy like "my daddy misses me...aww!" I discovered that I was the buffer between him and my little brother while my stepmother is out of town. Curses! At least the kid's all interesting and cute though that fucking mutant should be taller than me within a year or so. Have I mentioned that he's 4, btw? Kids nowadays.
At not even midnight, I'm tired because I went to work today. Yes, I do have a job...sorta. I'm the go-to temp for this certain magazine publishing conglomerate. First, they had me Wednesday and then called me back for a different part of the same department for a weekly thing. My temp contact said I get first heads up on whatever call they send out of there. It's all good so far. I'm in the midst of all the web folks and copy editors and I can totally picture myself in the middle of it all there. I'm tempted to be all "do y'all need a junior copywriter? I could be all over that." Again, I like their version of business casual which is jeans and tanks or whatever with killer killer shoes. I can already see my first paycheck getting blown on some unnecessary shoes or something.
Damned money already burning a hole in my pocket. I got to see what my working world would be like: talking to Random and another Random Collective co-conspirator from his office -- coincidentally across the street -- and chatting with Farmer and Jay over IM. As I was being worked so hard that I left the building at 6pm, shithead Farmer was saying how he had nothing to do at work but chill. I was telling Jay that he had no idea how close he came to getting told to suck my invisible nuts. For future reference, the quickest way for someone to get me to not like them is to disappear without a word. That shit works like a charm. I won't give a fuck when you reappear. It's one of those funny things about me. (Was that disjointed or what? Or what is it really? That's for you to wonder.)
Well damn, Rome has me feeling like people had me on suicide watch or something this week. A kid's gotta bitch and moan, man, but it's all good. It's the way I cope. I'm back to being neutral. For real this time. I'll stay away from a certain person while under the influence because the combination always makes me seem to lose my clothes. (Don't you hate it when that happens?) Soon when my pockets are lined with cash again, I can go back to the nightlife and clowning on fools that try to step to me. I've missed that. Emotional garbage screwing up my good times. My head is on straight again, so nothing but the lighthearted sharp tongued Kitty Power that some have grown to love. I promise.
Posted by Candicissima at September 6, 2003 12:13 AM