Being the new girl...

The one thing that sux about getting a new job for me is being the new girl. Sure, at The Grand, I was there for almost 3 years, so there was a sense of stability, but there, it's like walking down a hallway and everyone looking, pointing their fingers and whispering behind their hands. People ask questions of course because they want to get to know you, and then they become nosey. I have yet to tell anyone I'm from New Orleans, because I'm sure the questions would go from what's your major to wow, did you evacuate in time or were you a refugee? Yes, I've heard someone say refugee...and I'm sure once some idiot ask me about being a refugee I won't have the heart to tell them to f*ck off. It's actually kind of interesting though, either people are really that curious...or just that dumb when it comes to questions about Hurricane Katrina.
i.e.
Question:Did you lose your house?
My response: Nope, I'm in boring cold a$$ Colorado because I like the snow and inter-racial relationships.

...you get the idea...

Being sick really sux!

And not only am I sick, I'm losing my voice, something that I actually need for WORK. YES, it's true, I have a J O B. I just happened to wander into The Olive Garden, turn in an application to be a Hostess, and avoid 3 out of the 4 interviews that I needed to be hired. I've always been able to ace interviews like a test, but the actual work if it wasn't The Grand didn't get my complete 100%, but since I'm not at The Grand, I basically can't "afford" to mess up. So yes, I have training Monday at 4:00, Wednesday at 8:00, and Friday at 11:00. It's a fairly easy job it seems at $8.00 an hour. I'm not sure if tips are included, but hey, if they are, the more the merrier. Of course, I wouldn't need a job if I were staying in boring Colorado...but since I want to move the moving date to June of this year, we'll need a lot more money because of price gouging in New Orleans. He has been able to save $3,500 dollars in the past 2 months, and we're relying on FEMA to pay for our housing for the next 6 months atleast. Ok I shouldn't say relying, because FEMA might flip the switch on us, but hoping that they'll continue to pay for this apartment for the next 6 months. So if everything works out as planned, we'll be moving in June.

Pink rabbits...

are extremely convenient :)

Perspectives

In early August, trailer trash usually referred to poor white folks living in dwellings equipped with wheels.
In January, trailer trash refers to the people holding up the distribution of trailers or the politcally connected making a fortune in dealing in trailers.

My, how things change....

Daily Prayer

Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I cannot accept, and the wisdom to hide the bodies of those I had to kill today because they pissed me off.

And also help me to be carefull of the toes I step on today as they may be connected to the a$$ I may have to kiss tomorrow.

Help me to always give 100% at work –

12% on Monday

23% on Tuesday

40% on Wednesday

20% on Thursday

5% on Friday

And help me to remember when I’m having a really bad day, and it seems that people are trying to pissme off, that it takes 42 muscles to frown and only 4 to extend my middle finger and tell them to bite me.

School has officially started...

and I can honestly say I hate my english class. I HATE ENGLISH! The class is so boring. Honestly, who needs research papers in accounting? I don't! Damned that teacher @ Dillard for making me take this class again. Now my sociology class is super cool, as well as my accounting class
(since that is my major). I have a yoga class tomorrow at nine...I skipped my Philosophy class this morning because of the snow. I swear to God I almost died on the road. I was turning into my complex and started sliding on the ice, I couldn't turn the wheel. He and I were suppose to go to Hooters, but that idea was squashed in a heart beat when my car started sliding. Speaking of my car, I might get a new one! I don't know what yet, but hopefully it'll be the VW Bug, those are so adorable :). I know this is a lot in such a small space, but I just needed to update real quick. Oh yeah, one more thing, he and I have decided to have an open relationship. Details on that later.

Don't you just hate...

people who leave, then just come back like it's ok that they left in the first place. Then have the audacity to just pretend that everything is ok. Honestly, the nerve of some people! What the hell is going on through your mind when you just decide to call me? Please, save yourself the embarrassment and don't contact me again. Period.

It's funny how some things work out...

So today was meant for much cleaning, and much needed lounging by my mom's house getting fat. I went and got my teeth cleaned for 9:30 (no cavaties!), dropped him off at work, and then went by my mom to just chill with my sisters. I get there, and before I can even sit down, Kenny starts saying how the community college let him register for classes today (I guess they never heard of a deadline). Not only did they let him register for classes, but they all paid for all his classes and the books and whatever supplies needed for those classes. Well, my mom immediately jumps at the idea of ME registering for school :\. Sure I need to get back into school, but at the moment, I'm in depresso mood and really don't have the energy to go back. But momma dearest wasn't hearing that. So she and I both registered for classes to start next Tuesday. On my way home I started kicking myself because I just bought a round trip ticket ($259, which isn't refundable) to New Orleans to visit Rayanne for the Mardi Gras holidays (a holiday only in New Orleans no less duh!). Sure, I'd only miss 3 classes, which is no big deal, I can easily make up the work and probably cry to the teacher that I needed to go back to New Orleans for this and that (I know I shouldn't milk it). It wouldn't be a lie completely, because while I'm down there I was going to look for a place to stay.

M.I.A.

No, not the singer. So I haven't blogged in a week or so. I've got bloggers block...or maybe it's bloggers depression or something. I've been thinking a lot about my current situation (and Rayanne's visit didn't help much either). I've realized over the course of the past few weeks how unhappy I am here. It's nothing compared to Houston, because I knew in the back of my mind Houston was temporary. I think I miss New Orleans more now than ever, because this move was permanent, and not being able to go home scares me. It's not like Houston, we were 350 miles away from New Orleans, not 1,200. I want to go back, and I want to go back now (of course patience is not one of my virtues, still working on that). I've talked it over with my mom, and of course I have her support, I have a feeling she's going to leave before the year is up anyway because she just received $18,000 from FEMA. He and I have talked about it; he doesn't want to go back. He wants me to try and give Colorado a chance (as if I haven't lived here for 11 years before). With or without him, I'm going back. I prefer that he comes with me, he said he would, but he is prone to changing his mind quicker than a bullet. Of course if he doesn't come, it will be the end of US, because neither one of us want a long distance relationship. It depresses me somewhat that he might change his mind, but I think that if I go back it will be good for me in the long run.

I didn't even realize my blog was a year old. Wow, amazing! I was able to committ to something other than a guy! But anyways. I'm still jobless, and it feels weird. I've been without a job for almost 5 months, it seems like one big vacation (because I'm receiving unemployment). I've been working since I was 16. I don't want to say jobs out here are scarce, because they aren't. But I'd hate to start from the bottom again. I had to put up with BS for 2½ years just to get the Head Supervisor job at The Grand. I also don't want to get a job out here in case I leave before the summer.