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Life in Nasland
Jul. 26th, 2009 12:29 amIt's been a busy couple of weeks. I spent a good chunk of last week in Houston. I met even more of Duia's extended family and spent some quality time chilling by the pool. I am more tan than I have ever been in my life. That's a little sad because I'm still pale compared Duia lol.
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blackwayfarers got here. We've been introducing Mr. Canada to the wonders of Sonic, IHOP, and Whataburger while trying to keep him from combusting in the neverending heat. We went to see Harry Potter again yesterday at the Alamo Drafthouse. A movie theater that serves delicious food really is the best idea ever. They had Butterbeer (which is apparently apple cider and butterscotch), and it was DELICIOUS!
On the job scene, that stationary store I applied at is run by RETARDED BITCHASSES. After stringing me along for almost a month with multiple interviews and saying many many times how great they thought I'd be for the job, they sent me an email saying that they were going to put an ad in the paper to try and get someone with a graphics design degree. YOU DON'T NEED A FUCKING GRAPHICS DEGREE TO DO INVITATION MOCKUPS IN THE SHITTY PROGRAM THEY USED IN HOUSE. Also, considering that William Arthur thought I was good enough to do the ACTUAL layouts of the products their customers would be receiving, they should realize that I can handle doing a half-assed mockup which is ALL they do in the stores. I am just so pissed off about this. I mean, Jesus fucking Christ someone with a graphic design degree is not going to work in a store for a job with no benefits. I hope they can't find anyone.
I do have a pseudo job now. The lady who lives in the house next door is HELLA cool. She's a bartender with all these awesome tattoos, and she's just utterly fabulous. A total bro. She has a son who's almost five, and she needed someone to watch him two nights a week. It's only $25 a night, but he's only going to be awake for like an hour after I get there and the rest of the night will involve me watching tv, playing on the internet, and petting her adorable bunny. I'm supposed to start next week. I'm nervous just because I have NEVER been around kids, but he's seriously the chillest kid ever, so I'm not THAT worried. Also, she said the bar she works at is hiring servers, so if none of the dozen other jobs I applied for pan out, I have an option that doesn't involve pole dancing.
On Monday,
blackwayfarers got here. We've been introducing Mr. Canada to the wonders of Sonic, IHOP, and Whataburger while trying to keep him from combusting in the neverending heat. We went to see Harry Potter again yesterday at the Alamo Drafthouse. A movie theater that serves delicious food really is the best idea ever. They had Butterbeer (which is apparently apple cider and butterscotch), and it was DELICIOUS!On the job scene, that stationary store I applied at is run by RETARDED BITCHASSES. After stringing me along for almost a month with multiple interviews and saying many many times how great they thought I'd be for the job, they sent me an email saying that they were going to put an ad in the paper to try and get someone with a graphics design degree. YOU DON'T NEED A FUCKING GRAPHICS DEGREE TO DO INVITATION MOCKUPS IN THE SHITTY PROGRAM THEY USED IN HOUSE. Also, considering that William Arthur thought I was good enough to do the ACTUAL layouts of the products their customers would be receiving, they should realize that I can handle doing a half-assed mockup which is ALL they do in the stores. I am just so pissed off about this. I mean, Jesus fucking Christ someone with a graphic design degree is not going to work in a store for a job with no benefits. I hope they can't find anyone.
I do have a pseudo job now. The lady who lives in the house next door is HELLA cool. She's a bartender with all these awesome tattoos, and she's just utterly fabulous. A total bro. She has a son who's almost five, and she needed someone to watch him two nights a week. It's only $25 a night, but he's only going to be awake for like an hour after I get there and the rest of the night will involve me watching tv, playing on the internet, and petting her adorable bunny. I'm supposed to start next week. I'm nervous just because I have NEVER been around kids, but he's seriously the chillest kid ever, so I'm not THAT worried. Also, she said the bar she works at is hiring servers, so if none of the dozen other jobs I applied for pan out, I have an option that doesn't involve pole dancing.
