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...
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