halloween.
something struck me this year as halloween approaches: buying a costume is ok. when i was a kid, i never ever bought a costume. my mom is a really great seamstress and not only did she make our costumes, but they were always awesome and way better than those store-bought ones. i always felt great in my homemade, awesome costume, and, honestly, a little stuck-up, but i did feel bad for those sad, colored plastic bag excuses for a costume that come with an equally cheap plastic mask. you know the ones. for example, dick tracy's yellow trench coat, tie, and pants were all wrapped up into a one size fits all plastic jumpsuit.
so when friends mention things they're doing for halloween, i always feel sad that i don't have a costume because i don't have anything to make one out of. but this year i realized, "hey, costumes are for
sale."
obviously, it will not stand up to my homemade bunny suit, my dracula cape, or my witch's hat, but it will still be okay. unfortunately, it also dawned on me that i have no sewing skills of my own, and my kids' costumes will probably be bought. sigh.
well, that was me.
in case you weren't aware, that picture i posted was of me. it's a lie really. i only look like i know what i'm doing. i like how i give myself no credit whatsoever.
anyway, i figured out how to post pictures on here, sort of. i have a free... pictures... host online thing. i can't quite get my picture on my profile, but that's okay. i don't really have a good one anyway. or one that i like, i guess.
so i don't have a job. still. i'm going to put in an application at another coffeehouse. one where my friend from my old coffeehouse works. but i don't think they need anyone so i'll just be put on "file." i just want to tell the manager, "listen, you don't know what you're looking at here. you want me to work here. you
need me. i will rock this place." sadly, i won't get hired, and i'll just go sleep at my dad's for a while.
i did pay rent today, though. that felt pretty good.
the fans.
betsy and i were discussing this the other day:
she was saying how
The Well-Dressed Librarian was so funny and she loved the pictures he posted. i agreed and asked how she knew him.
"what? how do you know him?"
"what? how do
i know him? y
ou're the one who linked him in your blog."
thus, neither besty nor i know how either of us found him other than one day he left a comment on my blog.
point #2: today i check my blog and find
portuguesa nova has left me a comment. i haven't gotten a chance to read her blog much, but i like that she left a comment.
so, here's to all of you who read my blog. maybe even on a regular basis. please, use this update as an excuse to tell me a little bit about yourself. how did you find me? how do i find you? ok, so i know the answer to that one, but still, tell me who you are! i'd love to know!
love, kate
i'm just doing my job.
today was my last day at the film festival. i'm sad, but mostly i'm grateful. it was a fun job, but the majority of it consisted of sitting around at borders selling 5 tickets an hour and otherwise reading books and getting a discount at the coffee bar. which is cool, but really boring. i'm sad because there goes my only income.
betsy just told me to post, so i'm going to. this is my new job. someone start sponsoring me. quick.
so now i have a lot of options. sort of. i could go back to st. louis and work at old peking. which would be cool, but lame. 1) i'd be back where i was at 18, 2) i wouldn't be near
kevin, and that would make me sad. another option would be to get a crappy retail job, but, unfortunately, i am literally incapable of working jobs like that anymore. even at the film festival, where i was working part-time and i barely had to do anything besides sit on my ass, i still found myself incredibly annoyed at customers who were asking simple questions. i took pleasure out of telling them "no" or "sorry (moron) it's been sold out for three (fucking) weeks (moron)." and since getting back from cleveland this past weekend, i've really wanted to go there and live on my aunt's couch for a couple weeks.
no one told me this was going to be so hard. i'm beginning to think that instead of being brave by moving to chicago, i was instead biting off way more than i could chew, and, not to sound deep or poetic, i'm starting to choke.
my headache.
tucker will not. stop. eating. everything. he just now pulled one of the placemats off of the kitchen table knocking off the glass that was on it. he's trying to get a plate off the table or something. before that, i discovered too late that he had spent the last 10 minutes chewing the life out of the 1/2 cup measure. needless to say, i hate it. he eats my shoes. he eats the rug. he eats socks. he eats everything on the ground he finds when we go for walks.
and the worst thing is, when we were growing up and our dog did something rotten, we threw them outside and didn't let them back inside all day. but if i put tucker out back on the porch, he'll pee out there. again, when our dogs peed inside we yelled at them and threw them outside. but now it's like, "you suck!!" and then i have to spend 5 minutes locating the shoes that he's eaten and hidden, put them on, clean up the mess on the porch, and then get all my shit together to take him out. meanwhile, he's forgotten why he was in trouble so he's excited to be going for a walk and also confused because i keep screaming at him. that's the worst, yelling at him and him wagging is fucking tail. get scared of me!
man, this dog had me and
anna fooled. fooled like a couple of suckers.
job 3, month 2
i think i just quit bennigan's. i went into work today after spending the whole week thinking that no i was not going to work again. not at benny's, anyway. i hate it there. it just gets too busy and the people that work there are all like one big clique. it's not welcoming, and i hate that i was so proud of myself for being able to finally carry a big, full tray with one hand, balancing it only on my shoulder. i went to college. i worked in LA. i am not a waitress.
so when i went in tonight, i was "on deck." basically, they didn't really need me, but if someone didn't show up for their shift, i would take their section. or if someone was late, i could bump them. needless to say, i was ecstatic. now i could go in, get my check, walk out, and never see anyone again. unfortunately i'm honest so i asked how long i should stick around. i definitely could have bumped one girl who was for sure going to be late, but i didn't want to. i had 20 minutes before it was 5 and i went over to cosi to think. i should have stayed at benny's until everyone had shown up for their shift and was accounted for. but i didn't. i just went home.
i'm nervous. i'm not one to do this. but i have to. i went to college!
