I didn’t get a chance to write yesterday because I was pretty busy all day. I helped a friend in her library to make some extra cash. And then I spent the remainder of the day stressing out about a friend who is in the middle of what seems like a nervous breakdown. So by the time my usual writing time came around, I didn’t feel like saying much, but I slept on it and I woke up feeling refreshed-ish. I did run into another friend at CVS yesterday. We used to work together. At that CVS. She still works there. She told me she thinks I missed my calling as a stand-up comedian because she watched my first and last day of work video that I posted on YouTube. She’s not the only one that told me it was funny. I just don’t usually know a lot of the time when I say something funny. I just usually talk and sometimes I even surprise myself at what comes out. If I drank more, I’d probably be great at stand up. But just like being a stripper, I don’t want to have to be half-baked to do my job. So I don’t think there will be any comedy in my near future. There will be grocery stores. I start my next job on Monday. It’s for a marketing company. They go into grocery stores and reset the shelves and move the merchandise. I’m pretty sure they hire everyone who shows up for the interview. I could be wrong. The lady that interviewed me was really nice. She, too, had a love for writing. Maybe that commonality was how I got the job. But it’s just a temporary gig, so I don’t really think the selection process is that big of a deal. I didn’t even have to take a drug test for this one. And it pays a few dollars more than the 3-hour job I just quit. I will never understand how someone can want to pay you $8 an hour and require you to pass a drug test. I mean, I get it that you want someone who doesn’t do “drugs,” but seriously, you’re going to spend all that money making sure I’m clean only to put me to work with a bunch of catty ass women who can’t muster up the energy to work together? It doesn’t make any sense. I don’t typically do drugs. But I can say that if I would have had a stash of pot handy when I left that place I would have smoked my stress away. Instead, I went home and ate an avocado. It’s supposed to relieve stress and tension too. So, hopefully, Monday I will last more than 3 hours. I’m sure I will. I’ve done merchandising and plan o grams before. I don’t hate that. I’m trying to remain optimistic.
I don’t have any big plans for the weekend. I’m not on any dating sites. I have not gotten a text message from anyone in the last couple days except for a couple from friends. It seems all the guys who were formerly interested have deemed it too much work to actually plan a date or leave their houses so no dates this weekend. I was supposed to have one yesterday. The Scottish guy wanted to take me canoeing. Or so he said. I think he, too, is a compulsive liar who doesn’t want to put in any effort. He just wants me to deliver my pussy to him on a platter. It started raining so he was “bummed.” He sent me a message, “rain sucks.” I’m thinking, we were about to get in a canoe and be on the water. We would have gotten a bit wet anyway. But I didn’t say it. I just said, “well, we can go have lunch somewhere.” He askes where we should go. I tell him I don’t care, I’d just like to actually meet him in person. Then he comes up with this long line of excuses why that won’t work. He’s at his friend’s house. His truck is messed up. He needs to go to Walmart and to the package store (the liquor store). But it would be really cool if I would come to pick him up and take him to run his errands.
Ummmm….that’s gonna be a negative, champ. I already have a child. I don’t want anymore. I thought I was pretty clear about that. And who asks someone they’ve never met to come cart them around? Maybe lots of people? Maybe I’m just an asshole? But if he didn’t want to meet me for lunch, I’m pretty sure he wasn’t going to offer to fill up my gas tank. And quite frankly, I’m too poor right now to be carting people around. I can barely afford gas or food at the moment. So, I politely declined and told him we could get together another time. And guess what he said? Nothing. Yea. He read the message and didn’t reply. I never realized how much I fucking hate when people do that. But the guy who owned the restaurant that I quit did it the other day. He asked me a question. I answered and thanked him for the opportunity to work for him and no reply. Alejandro was texting me for a couple days and the last text I sent him definitely needed a response and crickets. No time to bother with a text back. And then he just basically fell off the face of the earth and I haven’t heard from him. And then this guy with the no response when he didn’t get his way. I don’t think people are familiar with basic decency etiquette. Like hanging up without saying goodbye, replying to a text or just telling someone nicely to fuck off. Seriously, where did everyone’s balls go? Nothing like leaving people to wade in muddy water. And people wonder why I act like I don’t give a fuck half the time. And really, if I acted the way I felt the majority of the time, I would be one of those people who walk around perpetually heartbroken because people are just shitty.
So, don’t be shitty.
Happy Friday!
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