So for a while now I've contemplated a change in my daily 9-5 setting. This might have had something (or a fucking lot) to do with Boyfrand and his location on the GPS. That and I also have the chance to get some classes paid for... if I work for the university at which I attend. Free classes and a $$ increase. AND in the same zip code as Boyfrand. AND a zip code which I really like.
Given all this, I took the plunge this past week. I applied for a job I have had my eye on, but was not 100% qualified for- BUT feel I could totally do- however the position is still open a month after the initial closing date, as it has yet to be filled. So apparently others weren't qualified either... or the job really, really sucks. Plus, I've spent the last week and a half solid with the Boyfrand and I must say, it has been really nice. Like "I-could-do-this-all-the-time" nice. That was really the big kicker because no one wants to live in the same city- let alone apartment/house/whatever- with someone who is an irritating piece of shit. I know now that this is 200% not a quality I attribute to Boyfrand, and I am proud to say he feels the same way about me (yay). I also would like for anyone reading this who might be of importance to notice my use of percentages. That shit is impressive OMGHIREMEOMG.
This of course holds the potential for the last 7 years of my professional life to come to a screeching halt. No more dealing with Frank, Franka and Frank Jr. wanting to file 3 separate bankruptcies because Frank and Franka aren't legally married so they must file separately, and Frank Jr. is 21 and been gettin them credit cards since he was 18- oh, not to mention the 3 4-wheelers he has (actual client I had several years ago btdubs). No more dealing with fucking rude-ass creditors who don't know what the hell they're doing, but want to try to be dickholes about it nonetheless. Never again will I have to worry about confirming appointments wrong- excuse me, I mean after 7 years of confirming appointments in one way, my boss deciding that it was ALL FUCKING WRONG and riding my ass about it. Priorities, people. We have them. Finally this means no more bitching about all these wonderful things... because they simply will no longer exist.
With that said, I suppose I will be updating this blog only a few more times at most- perhaps just once more to officially close this chapter of my life. Either that or I will be posting every day at 3 hour intervals about how I did not get the sought after job and I therefore hate my life even more and everyone in it and am to going postal on some bitches.
Total toss up.
Given all this, I took the plunge this past week. I applied for a job I have had my eye on, but was not 100% qualified for- BUT feel I could totally do- however the position is still open a month after the initial closing date, as it has yet to be filled. So apparently others weren't qualified either... or the job really, really sucks. Plus, I've spent the last week and a half solid with the Boyfrand and I must say, it has been really nice. Like "I-could-do-this-all-the-time" nice. That was really the big kicker because no one wants to live in the same city- let alone apartment/house/whatever- with someone who is an irritating piece of shit. I know now that this is 200% not a quality I attribute to Boyfrand, and I am proud to say he feels the same way about me (yay). I also would like for anyone reading this who might be of importance to notice my use of percentages. That shit is impressive OMGHIREMEOMG.
This of course holds the potential for the last 7 years of my professional life to come to a screeching halt. No more dealing with Frank, Franka and Frank Jr. wanting to file 3 separate bankruptcies because Frank and Franka aren't legally married so they must file separately, and Frank Jr. is 21 and been gettin them credit cards since he was 18- oh, not to mention the 3 4-wheelers he has (actual client I had several years ago btdubs). No more dealing with fucking rude-ass creditors who don't know what the hell they're doing, but want to try to be dickholes about it nonetheless. Never again will I have to worry about confirming appointments wrong- excuse me, I mean after 7 years of confirming appointments in one way, my boss deciding that it was ALL FUCKING WRONG and riding my ass about it. Priorities, people. We have them. Finally this means no more bitching about all these wonderful things... because they simply will no longer exist.
With that said, I suppose I will be updating this blog only a few more times at most- perhaps just once more to officially close this chapter of my life. Either that or I will be posting every day at 3 hour intervals about how I did not get the sought after job and I therefore hate my life even more and everyone in it and am
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