since i left chicago...
...i've been able to sleep in a room with doors AND windows.
...i've been able to hold my niece a lot. a really really lot.
...i started working at a job that i actually care about and enjoy doing.
...the sun has shone for days on end. metaphorically as well as literally.
...i eat on a regular basis and i don't just mean i eat leftover chips or old granola bars.
...i get to spend time with my family.
i love being at home. i love it. i love it that when i go to the grocery with my mom she knows the kid behind the deli counter. i love that a woman i work with has a postcard on her desk that says "it's nice to be important but it's more important to be nice." i love that i can drive to work. i love that i can afford gas here. i love that tucker has a big yard to play in. i love that half the people here have trucks. i love that i have no interest in the suburban boys that wear wraparound sunglasses, drive lowriders, and wear those shirts with the single stripe around the chest but that they check me out anyway.
i fucking love it here.
the weekend.
i've never worked for anyone who was really really nice before. wait, lie. i have. but easily not in the last 5 years. and today, my immediate boss had said we could have a half day. than the head boss, at 11:30, said it was close enough to noon, go home. it's amazing.
ps - i love it here. i love it. it was hard to leave chicago, but i have to say, i really love not living there.
thre is a woman at my dad's house right now who will not shut up. seriously. this woman hasn't stopped talking since she met me. i can tell my dad is totally annoyed. i thought i'd spend a lot of time over here this weekend, but no way. ol' girl won't shut up. i'm out. plus her perfume is smelly.
detour.
well i'm back in chicago, but just for the weekend. i need to pack away and pack up the rest of my stuff for the summer. because i had to get the tuckman home, i had to make two trips. which is fine, i hate packing and will put it off however i can.
i already have bugbites. it's so weird. who gets bugbites anymore?
day two.
yesterday i saw a guy in a truck with a bumper sticker that said "show me your hooters."
day one.
well, it's my first full day in collinsville. i have a TWO windows in my room, and i left the curtains on one of them open so i will always always have direct sun in my room. and there were birds chirping. it's ridiculous. so far i have cleaned the bejesus out of my car, so now there isn't a ton of dog hair flying around and choking me. i even put tire shine on my tires so they are nice and black.
later, i have an interview with
americorps to do some good deeds this summer for people in need. awesome. i'm really excited about it.
oh, and it's like 70 degrees and sunny. bye!
left and leaving.
well right now, i'm pretty much miserable. i'm going back to st. louis. finally, right? well, yes. i'm glad i made the decision to go, because now i know what it feels like to leave. and i don't like it. i don't like that i let the city get the best of me, and i don't like that i let myself get defeated. this has been a hard year for me, and whether or not i'm entirely to blame i don't know. maybe that sounds selfish, but i don't care.
i'm not packed. i mean, i have some things i'm bringing home for the week, but i don't want to pack everything else. i just wish i could stay, but i can't. i don't have a place to live, and i don't have a job to do.
so, i'm leaving tomorrow, regardless of whether or not i could go to new york with kevin or get another job working at mk films with andy. i'm sick of making decisions. and i'm really, really tired.
i'm leaving.
i'm not sure if i told you yet, but i am. i'm moving to st louis for 2 months. on may 29th i'll be in c'ville living with my mum. tucker will be running around like crazy in her big backyard, hardly able to fathom how he could be so lucky to be able to run around in a huge open area
again in one day.
until then, i'm not working. well, i would, but no assignments have come in. this is an interesting dilemma. i can't get another job. i can't! i'm leaving in 2 weeks! also, today i have officially run out of food. i'm not too worried about grocery shopping because, i mean, i'll be able to eek by on an old can of pineapples and some breakfast bars for 2 weeks, right?
so i'm left with nothing much to do other than walk my dog, watch tv, draw versions of what i think "the babysitters club" would look like today versus 1989, sit on my computer, and not pack to go home.
oh, c'ville. i can't believe i'm leaving chicago for you during the only nice weather months chicago has all year.
happy mum's day
call your mom!
down time
and then there are weeks like this. i haven't gotten a call yet for another temp job, thus is the con side of temping. it's nice, being off work, of course, but i still have one month's rent to eek out before our lease is up. and one and a half months' bills.
but enough about money. i took a nap today at 2pm. that was awesome.
lame-by
today i was "on standby." on standby means that from 8am-12pm, youa re essentially on call for any last minute clients that call in needing a temp. i've done it once before, i got to stay at home and get paid for 4 hours of work. i agreed to do it today, only they wanted me to come in. it was ridiculous.
i sat there for 4 hours, thank goodness i had a book to read. i didn't even get to sit at a desk or use a computer or anything. i sat in the lunch room listening to wxrt and reading a book i wasn't that interested in. there wasn't even a coffee machine or anything! it was a very, very long four hours and a complete waste of my time. i almost feel mad at the temp agency. how dare they ask me to do something so stupid.
