Jack Kerouac, as Sal Paradise once said: "I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion." And I think that's a rather apt description of my blog over the years, and perhaps the most perfect description of me in general that I've ever read. So that's what this blog is, a collection of the falling stars that are beckoning me at any time.
24 October 2005
back like a bad 80s fad
I have however managed to find another job, the pay is the same as my old job which isn't the greatest, but it is infinitely closer to my house and they won't dick me around on my hours which offsets that. So now I'm working as a cashier at one of the longterm parking lots at the airport. This is my last week at Kwik shop and my first at the lot, I've only given kwik shop one week's notice instead of my customary polite 2 weeks or more, but really I don't feel bad about it in the slightest because of the way I've been jerked around. Today there was supposed to be a staff meeting at 8am becuase they're getting a new manager and I just clocked out and left instead of staying (there didn't seem much point to me in hanging around) and the district manager (the one I can't stand and fantasize nightly about quitting nad stranding to finish my shift. it's true I like to imagine that I were a not so reliable and conscientious person) was like where are you going and I said "well it's my last week, so I don't see the point in staying. and she was like 'what?' and I said "I quit Thursday is my last day.' and she said 'so we're not getting 2 weeks?' and I just paused for about 2 seconds then said 'nope. I gave one.' and left. And this was in front of the rest of the staff. It was such a wonderful bouyant feeling. That's when you know you've hated a job way more than you should have had to, that airless feeling knowing that you don't have to worry about any of the bullshit anymore. I have 2 nights left and it's oh so nice.
The new job is pretty cush too. I can read or do homework or bind books or watch dvds or whatever in my little booth between customers (tonight I plan to try to finish the scarf I'm making for Ben which is now a definitely belated brithday present. (I had to debate for a moment on whether to knit him one since I've always felt that somehow a gift of the knitted variety has heavy connotations, I don't know where I got this idea since I think perhaps it's really only sweater knitting that has sort of the possessive connotations when you do it for someone of your preferred dating gender that you like. (not that I wouldn't like to have the kind of position to say back off bithces he's mine with a scarf :)) but no matter how daydreamy and hopeful I can sometimes become I like to remain grounded in the reality of the situation so I don't want to send such an implication, but in the end I thought, well the whole scarf hunt he's been on conversation tipped the balance in favour of the scarf knitting so that's that.)
stay tuned for gushing (yes quite belatedly) on the package I got from my blogging by mail partner. I've just realised that I didn't give a shout out to him, g-d I've been a terrible interneteer in October.