It's been so long since I've been on here, I was totally expecting the chirping crickets reaction after my last post. It was so great to hear from you guys-- I heart all of you.
Remember when I used to actually write stuff? Well, the wonderful staff at Bastard Nation wanted to print one of my essays in their publication, Bastard Quarterly. I'm on page 13-- woo-hoo! Love the mysterious Asian eye peering from the fall foilage. So me.
Can't wait to get back to painting and writing again. I'm going to stick it out about 3 or 4 more weeks at the job-- just long enough to pay off the Navigator that we bought from our friends (Megan calls it the Alligator). And then I. Am. Done. You may find this shocking, but fast food management SUCKS. I know, I know-- let the I-told-you-so's commence. I didn't work this many hours when we owned our own restaurant (granted, our place was only open four days a week, but still). And I certainly didn't have to take crap from a bully of a boss. I will eventually find something else to do for money, even if it's professional ass licker. At least the hours will be better.
I remember watching an episode of Oprah about the happiest countries, and the Swedish were among the most content, according to this study. Their philosophy was that quality time with family was the most important thing, which is why they take like two months vacation out of the year, and live a relatively minimalist lifestye as opposed to Americans, who tend to overwork themselves in order to acquire more "things" in search of happiness. Of course, being tall, blond and beautiful helps. Fucking Swedes.
Anyway, I can't wait until I am liberated. Soon nothing will keep us apart, Internets!
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I'm waiting to get laid off my job too. For a while I was dreading it, then I was excited about it, then I started to dread it again, and right now I'm rounding back to being excited about it again.
What I can best figure out is that the more money I make, the more money I spend. The dread comes purely from the thought of not being able to spend as much.
Which is kinda goofy, if you think about it.
Who are you again? Some kinda Swiss bastard?
I like Swiss cheese. Are you writing about Swiss cheese now?
Once upon a time Vanuatu was ranked the happiest country on earth... pretty ironic really when you realise that most of the indigenous people here live well below any poverty line the western world has ever seen!
12 people living in a tin shed with a dirt floor is common here, but somehow ends mostly meet, with the help of family and friends...
I can't wait until you are back!! Yay for unemployment!! Or maybe not so yay. But whatevs.
"I heart all of you" who are you and what have you done with Kim. Kim hearts NO ONE!
Since you will soon be unemployed, perhaps now is a good time to introduce you to the fine world of box wine.
Thank God. I am in desperate need of some biting commentary.
I am Swedish and even I was annoyed by that Oprah. I agree with two months of vacation but claustrophobics can't fit two beds in a closet and call it a day, okay?
That's the thing about bastards. We're hard to get rid of.
Awesome, I love the write up.
I have realized I whine like a teenage cheerleader about my job so I won't. Just take it that I am NOT HAPPY I will not be laid off.
Anyway, I am trying to get into the writing thing again and all I can say is.
YOU GO GIRL!
A fan of yours,
Houston
I just found you so I didn't know you were gone but I sure as shit am glad you're back. You're funny as all get out. That's right. As. All. Get. Out.
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