Hey, what's up to the person that got here by searching "coitus" in google blogs! Sorry if you were disappointed!
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Ahem. Welcome to all you pregnant foot fetishists, also.
IN OTHER NEWS:
The Crazy that ate my brain took over the house last night and forced me to scream 'LAZY, INCONSIDERATE FUCK!' over and over again at my poor boyfriend. I still maintain that my initial complaint was justified, but the whole "I fucking hate you and never want to see you again" may have been a wee bit over the top.
Now I find myself firmly implanted into Friday, which is exactly where I've waited to be all week, yet I'm finding it strangely disappointing. Sure, I have jeans on, and I can be little more blatant about my inability to concentrate, but the fact that a pair of stiletto boots and 'nice pants' are waiting for me in the car is leaning heavily on my shoulder. No one should ever have to dress up on Friday, unless it's in a cocktail dress and involves, well, cocktails. But alas, I have an interview this afternoon for a job that I'm only slightly lukewarm about.
It's way closer to my house, and that's the biggest draw. My current position and the new one each have drawbacks and attractions. Let's observe them, in pretty list form.
Current: 35 miles away
New: Less than 3 miles
Current: Good Pay
New: Same pay
Current: $120 a month for the best benefits on the east coast for me and my child
New: $157 every two weeks for mediocre benefits
Current: Fully matched 401k, up to 6%
New: Partially matched up to 3% 401k
Current: Day one benefits, day one Paid Time Off of 21 total days. Also, paid funeral time for family and non-family.
New: Benefits after 30 days, accrual of PTO of TEN DAYS PER YEAR. Hi, that sucks really bad. Get your shit together and pay me to not be there.
In all honesty, I've got it pretty good here. I get paid rather handsomely considering I don't have a degree and I'm only 21. The thing that massively sucks is I'm not fond of my colleagues and the commute is starting to make me consider pouring tequila into a thermos for the ride in. Oh, also, I hate insurance. I freak myself out over this damn job every single day, and all for what? So some yuppie in California can get his fucking commission? I wouldn't mind being a basketcase all the time, if it meant that I was making some miniscule difference. Call it cliched or naive or whatever, but I do want my life to mean something. I do not want to be a corporate robot.
That's all I've got for this morning. At one point, I had a story in my head about the construction guy who got disgustingly close to my ear like he was going to lick it, then screamed 'HAVE A FANTASTIC DAY' but the memory of it is still pretty squicky at this point, so give me a little time to heal.
