New Job, New Life, New Hell
This has got to be the single most insipid day of my year. I wish I were a member of the Polar Bear Club because a dip in frigid waters might be just the trick to shock me out of me selfish, annoying, whining, selfish annoying self.
I took the plunge, so to speak (Polar Bear Club aside) and decided to supplement my freelance work with an editing job at a really very well-known ladies' magazine. This is a magazine I am sure you have read and also lied about actually having read. I will not divulge the name, because I have heard about too many actual people getting fired for blogging about their real-life sucky jobs.
I have not started this job yet. Monday is the big day. Last night I "celebrated". I called this guy in my building that I have been trying to talk myself into asking out for about 6 months now. I've put him on this amazing pedestal and made him into Brad Pitt with brains.... and better skin... and no weird adoption fixation.
Let's just say the night went like this:
Any-night-when-you-have-expectations-therefore-it-never-pans-out-and-life-ends-up-really-really-sucking.
Actually, Last Night will remain. Un. Divulged.
God, that sounds hard and painful. I'm pouring one more cup of hot chocolate and watching "Just One of the Guys" one more time before switching out the self-effacing light and sucking it up.
Monday will be a whole new world. Yes? Maybe I will actually get back to the regulalry scheduled programming and get you some tasty writing tips to go with this jolly little blog.
I took the plunge, so to speak (Polar Bear Club aside) and decided to supplement my freelance work with an editing job at a really very well-known ladies' magazine. This is a magazine I am sure you have read and also lied about actually having read. I will not divulge the name, because I have heard about too many actual people getting fired for blogging about their real-life sucky jobs.
I have not started this job yet. Monday is the big day. Last night I "celebrated". I called this guy in my building that I have been trying to talk myself into asking out for about 6 months now. I've put him on this amazing pedestal and made him into Brad Pitt with brains.... and better skin... and no weird adoption fixation.
Let's just say the night went like this:
Any-night-when-you-have-expectations-therefore-it-never-pans-out-and-life-ends-up-really-really-sucking.
Actually, Last Night will remain. Un. Divulged.
God, that sounds hard and painful. I'm pouring one more cup of hot chocolate and watching "Just One of the Guys" one more time before switching out the self-effacing light and sucking it up.
Monday will be a whole new world. Yes? Maybe I will actually get back to the regulalry scheduled programming and get you some tasty writing tips to go with this jolly little blog.
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