No news on the job hunt. It’s been so quiet on that front, that I sent an email to the temporary agency handling my resume’s asking, “Um, hey, a head’s up, mayhap?”

That isn’t what I really said. I was much more polite and laden with euphemisms.

I just have to get through this 8.5-hour shift and then I have a three-day weekend.

I got three more books from the library: The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time being one of them. I’ll post the others later.

I can’t help but wonder whether I would have done more art if my art didn’t have to “say something”, or be my professors’ projects when I was in art school.

Two things:

1. You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make me do your fucking projects, and
2. I was 20 when I quit my art career: what the hell did you expect me to say? I was 20 — I had no perspective, Jeebus!

That is all.

Things I am looking forward to, even though at this point, I have no guarantees:

• pedicures,
• a hair cut,
• a Coach bag,
• weekends,
• evenings,
• a social life,
• a dance class, so I can dance in a Justin Timberlake music video,
• painting,
• saving for my wedding

I went horseback riding today for my mother, who’s looking at a horse to half-lease so she can get back in shape and back to a sport that she loves. I did pretty well: me legs swung like pendulums, and they were all wibbly when I was done, and I’m going to hurt like hell tomorrow. But, I did canter without stirrups…which probably means nothing to anyone who hasn’t ridden a horse. But still, the last time I rode was two summers ago, and before that, six years ago.

The bad thing was that I was so out of shape that I felt like puking after I dismounted, I have a vicious rub on the inside of my ladybits (it’s as painful as suggested). But, I’m glad I did it.

Big Trouble is a lot like Snatch. I like it, it’s nice and light.

Well, that’s all I have to say about that.

Two full and blessed days off of work. This time, I’m going to have a hard time going back.

I don’t want to sit here and complaining about work all the time, I don’t think that this is what this blog was ever meant to be. Besides: who wants to spend their time reading updates about how much I hate my job…again? No one, that’s who.

That said, let me see if I can sum up why enough is enough:

• I used to make $8/hour to be a register monkey at the grocery store. It was a job I hated, but at least I made enough money for the school semester. I only make $7.25/hour as “holiday help” and that is for the jewelry dept. I was not hired to be a register monkey.
• This means I make less money than the girl in my department who decided that it was cool to not finish school, have a kid, live with her parents, not get a better-paying job, and then spend money on Medicaid, that I earned for her (taxes and whatnot).
• I did not go to school for four years, spend $100,000 to do so, to be a fucking register monkey.
• I keep getting outed at a job that I am not proud of, this time by my former RA’s husband. He apparently works security at the branch out in Bainbridge. She then IM’s me today, saying, “glad to hear you’re supporting [Retail Job], too.” What she didn’t see was my away message, saying, “I fucking hate my job.” Oh well.
• I was late for work yesterday. And once I realized I wasn’t going to make it, I really didn’t care. I spent the whole on register, and pretty bitter to boot. I resolved every time I saw [RA’s Husband] that I was going to find a new job, my fear of them finding out that I was looking for a new one be damned.
• I keep getting pulled from jewelry to be a register monkey. On top of that, they schedule me past my availability on Tuesdays, when I have to go to school.
• I think the final nail in this coffin was the discovery that I will be paying $150 in loans, on top of $110 in independent health insurance that only covers emergencies. Again, [Retail Job Supervisor] knowing that I’m looking for a new job be damned.

At $7.25 and hour, I don’t get paid enough for this horse shit.

Currently, I have laundry in the machine. I finished Paint it Black, which was a book that gathered speed as it went. I’m not sure I completely understand why some of the things that were in the book were there (I think there was a lot of unnecessary story surrounding some of the situations, but I understand that placing the characters into certain situations required some back-story — but still, very odd). But the end made me cry; I cried a lot harder than when I finished White Oleander. It’s a book that I’ll look for at Half Price for $1, and read it again. It’s not a book I’m going to read 13 times, like White Oleander, but I’ll read it maybe one more time to pick up things that I missed.

I got Dave Barry’s Big Trouble. I hope that it lightens my spirit. I sure need it.