Am I A Hater?

I am worried I might be a prejudice homophobe that hates people with cancer. I don’t know if any of my four readers have facebook, but I do because I post job openings and stuff on there for work. Ok, so that is why I first got a page. I maintain it because it kills time at work. A lot of time. And a lot of my friends have facebook too and they always send me requests to join groups to fight against homophobia, racial segregation, breast cancer, global warming, etc.

You get my point.

And I never accept those causes. Facebook is basically like MySpace, but if you accept too may of those requests, your page gets all cluttered and I have more important things to put on my page. Like ‘How hot are my friends?’ and the page I created for my dog. Oh! And the happy hour application you can add so you can send and receive drinks from your friends. Those all totally deserve more space on my page.

Screw the Jena 6.

How Slow Can Your Exodus Go?

I have slowly been cleaning off my desk at work. Not bleaching down the surfaces, although that would probably be a good thing, but taking home shit that has accumulated since I started working here. All my pictures are gone, the stupid stuffed penguin they gave me when I first started is gone, the mostly dead plant, and most of my books. All that is left now is my assortment of various teas and Emergen-C, the year old can of soup I have never gotten desperate enough to eat for lunch, and the copy of Middlesex I’ve been reading whenever my boss doesn’t come in.

I am trying to clean up so that when I leave, which is inevitable at this point since I despise my job more and more with each passing day, it won’t be so difficult to get the hell out of here. I am also trying to not make it so noticeable that I am planning ahead for an easy exit. So far, my plan seems to be working. They have no idea what’s coming.

I'm da BOMB!

WebMD.com is probably the worst website in the world for a
semi-hypochondriac like myself. My allergies have been kicking my ass
for the last two weeks and I was starting to wonder if it might be
something else, so I went online. Big mistake. I am now convinced that
I have tuberculosis along with a tumor and cancer, which means I am
totally fucked and I am going to be dead in the next 3 months.

In other news, I totally bombed my last interview for that job in
Milwaukee. I didn't give a shit during the first two rounds of
interviews, and I suddenly decide I actually want the job and turn
into a rambling moron that says, "Um…" after every sentence. So much
for that job!

It's Decision Time...

Well, it looks like I might be getting my wish. Or maybe not. Considering I have zero direction in my life right now, it’s hard to say what I am wishing for. But I’ve been talking about leaving my job for a few months now and that might be a real option soon.

My final interview for a job in Milwaukee is this Friday and while I am excited about the prospect of this job, the timing totally sucks. And now that it is more real I, of course, am having second thoughts about it. I do this every time there is the possibility of something new. But I don’t think that at this point in my life I am going to be completely satisfied with any decision I make. All I know is that I am so sick of having to work two jobs. And I am more than ready to give up DC traffic jams and the retched allergies that have recently become the bane of my existence. Plus, in Milwaukee, I could afford to live alone and according to Craigslist at least, I could even afford to live alone downtown in a pretty nice neighborhood, which could actually be fun.

The one thing that is really going to suck it telling my roommates that I am leaving. I don’t see how they can get upset though considering I am going to continue to pay rent until our lease is up. If anything, I think they’ll be happy that they have more room to themselves and won’t be stuck watch Rock of Love anymore. Right?