every new begininning comes from some other beginning's end
so says the lyrics of one of my favorite songs. but no reason for celebrations yet, i'm still at the fucking cheesecake factory. i've pretty much gathered that i can do anything short of steal money or run butt nekkid through that place and i wouldn't get fired for it. that's how badly they need cashiers, and that's a sad fact.
My internship is really awesome! I'm the production assistant for this one man show happening on the Upper West Side. For now it means that I get to manage the box office and the house (kinda), but i'm having so much fun with it and i'm totally in my element. The sucky things about it are the commute and my new wardrobe, both of which are going to cost me a small fortune. The commute into the city for me costs about $30 a week for:
-gas to drive the 20 miles and back from the train station
-$5 a day to park at the train station
-$10.25 round trip train fare
-$4 round trip on the subway
It blows a lot. but it's cheaper than trying to drive, and i like taking the train. it makes me feel like a grown up...like i'm actually accomplishing something with my life. even if it's for only 2 days a week.
why does flirting with/befriending a 19 year old coworker (and just turned 19) make me feel old? ok, forget the flirting part. it's like play flirting...we both know (i hope) that nothing's really going to come from it. last night after work i went over to his house and we just chilled and talked for a few hours. it was totally chill, no hardcore flirting or anything. it was kinda nice to just talk normally to a straight guy for a few hours and know that he wasn't trying to get into my pants.
the scary thing is that i probably would have hooked up with him if he had initiated something.
*sigh* i guess that means i'm a ho. and a cradle-robber.
but then again, he's doing most of the flirting and i just play along. i'm not standing around and hitting on him or anything like that.
amber, shut up and stop trying to justify everything you do. this whole situation is actually bringing some fun to what has been one of the shittiest summers ever. shut up, be happy, and just see what happens tomorrow.
and i think i've really cracked, since i'm talking to myself. in a blog.
*deep sigh, eyes cast toward the heavens as she waits for a sign from her guardian angel...or a merciful stroke of lightning that will put her out of her misery.*
My internship is really awesome! I'm the production assistant for this one man show happening on the Upper West Side. For now it means that I get to manage the box office and the house (kinda), but i'm having so much fun with it and i'm totally in my element. The sucky things about it are the commute and my new wardrobe, both of which are going to cost me a small fortune. The commute into the city for me costs about $30 a week for:
-gas to drive the 20 miles and back from the train station
-$5 a day to park at the train station
-$10.25 round trip train fare
-$4 round trip on the subway
It blows a lot. but it's cheaper than trying to drive, and i like taking the train. it makes me feel like a grown up...like i'm actually accomplishing something with my life. even if it's for only 2 days a week.
why does flirting with/befriending a 19 year old coworker (and just turned 19) make me feel old? ok, forget the flirting part. it's like play flirting...we both know (i hope) that nothing's really going to come from it. last night after work i went over to his house and we just chilled and talked for a few hours. it was totally chill, no hardcore flirting or anything. it was kinda nice to just talk normally to a straight guy for a few hours and know that he wasn't trying to get into my pants.
the scary thing is that i probably would have hooked up with him if he had initiated something.
*sigh* i guess that means i'm a ho. and a cradle-robber.
but then again, he's doing most of the flirting and i just play along. i'm not standing around and hitting on him or anything like that.
amber, shut up and stop trying to justify everything you do. this whole situation is actually bringing some fun to what has been one of the shittiest summers ever. shut up, be happy, and just see what happens tomorrow.
and i think i've really cracked, since i'm talking to myself. in a blog.
*deep sigh, eyes cast toward the heavens as she waits for a sign from her guardian angel...or a merciful stroke of lightning that will put her out of her misery.*
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