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Apr. 1st, 2004 02:38 pmWell, so today I had my interview at St. Anthony's for the central supply position. It's going to entail a good amount of pushing, pulling and heavy lifting along with data entry and that sort of stuff. It starts off at $8.90 an hour with a 75 cent shift differential. After 90 days, I'll be eligible for insurance and benefits. And I have gotten myself a second interview for Monday at nine in the morning. I'm excited, to be honest. I could really use this!
I had a friend read some of my writings, and he says I should try getting my foot in the door with stand-up comedy. I think it's an idea, but I don't know if other people would find my stuff all that funny. And how the hell do you learn about that sort of stuff? Or get any guidance? Damn, I just wish I had enough saved up to go back to school.
You know what? Sometimes I just downright hate people. They like to jerk you around and play you for a fool. I don't know what it is...is there a little spot in us that likes to cause others pain? But I'm not one to talk...my heart's kind of been broken for about a year, and just when I think it's somewhat mended decently, something like this has to happen to cause even more pain. (Yeah, no one knows what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure I'm going to be up to telling anyone. Let's just say that a friend didn't stick to his word and let me down. I'm hurting right now, and while I know this is a journal where I can complain about just about everything, I'm too hurt and confused to even think straight.)
I had a friend read some of my writings, and he says I should try getting my foot in the door with stand-up comedy. I think it's an idea, but I don't know if other people would find my stuff all that funny. And how the hell do you learn about that sort of stuff? Or get any guidance? Damn, I just wish I had enough saved up to go back to school.
You know what? Sometimes I just downright hate people. They like to jerk you around and play you for a fool. I don't know what it is...is there a little spot in us that likes to cause others pain? But I'm not one to talk...my heart's kind of been broken for about a year, and just when I think it's somewhat mended decently, something like this has to happen to cause even more pain. (Yeah, no one knows what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure I'm going to be up to telling anyone. Let's just say that a friend didn't stick to his word and let me down. I'm hurting right now, and while I know this is a journal where I can complain about just about everything, I'm too hurt and confused to even think straight.)
