amazing drinking game!

I have so, so, so much to blog about, but it will just have to wait until the morning. Until then, please entertain yourself with this adorable invention that I found here:

Spin the top, then drink a shot of your choice from whichever size lady you spun! Loooove this!

let's drink to my crappy life

First of all, I want to apologize for my blog

consisting of me bitching continuously.

But seriously, I feel like the world is crapping on me.

More about that below...

I'm definitely going to be drinking tonight! Sure, I have only two very important placement tests tomorrow, but I need to drink tonight. I'll do my best to not get wasted, but I won't make any promises.

I've been working very part-time at a nice little salon. When I got my retail job, I kept one day at the salon to give my manager a day off each week. Then when I lost that job, they were kind enough to give me some extra hours that probably should have been covered anyway. Wasn't that nice? Yes it was. Then I got my new job at the boutique and thanks to some miscommunication my hours for the rest of the month were given to someone else. No biggie.

On Sunday I ran into one of the nail technicians/receptionists at the Farmer's Market (which was awesome, by the way. I plan on going next week for some fresh veggies and flowers!). Anyway, we got to talking and after I told her about my more recent job loss, she informed me that her and another receptionist were taking some vacation time in August, and so I might be able to pick up some hours and help out - the manager was going to be working some pretty long shifts to cover everything, it sounded like. So I sent her an email asking if she wanted any help.

Now, imagine my surprise when the reply was less than grateful for my offer. In fact, she went as far as to say that I was disrespecting the salon by keeping inconsistent hours since I first left in winter. Wait a second, when I first left, I kept my one day a week at the salon to give her a day off! And whoa, whoa, whoa... did I just get fired again?!

Honestly, I have no idea. She was very unclear about that, so I guess now I just have to wait and see what she says. Is this really happening?

I won't lie to you; I cried. I am so tired of things going wrong for me. I just got a letter in the mail from the business that I gave the terrible first impression to. Needless to say, I didn't get a call back for another interview, but instead received a letter saying they were "pursuing another candidate." I threw it out without having the heart to tell the Boyfriend about it. I'm so tired of feeling like a worthless failure.

Anyway, here are some other less depressing updates:

1. My mother's birthday is today so the whole family is going out to dinner. Yum!

2. I've been studying really hard the last few days for my math placement test so hopefully I don't bomb it! :)

(picture from here)

from the bottle to the tub

Last night was, ugh, to say the very least - tragic. I was fired for the first time ever, and my ex-boss chose to do it oh-so-eloquently over the phone. And then to top things off, she meant to send a text to her assistant manager about firing me... but sent it to me instead.

Feeling like a waste of flesh, I dried my eyes and headed straight to the liquor cabinet. It was unfair, really it was. My ex-boss somehow felt it was my fault that her 6-week old boutique was not raking in money. I had been employed less than two weeks; did she really expect me to make miracles happen? Booze me up, baby.

So this morning I was woken by the sound of my kitty getting into everything that could possibly make noise in the bedroom. Damn that cat. In my oversized tee and cotton pajama shorts, I plopped my butt down in front of the computer to find yet another new job. Seeing my extremely limited job options only increased my self-loathing and desperation. I applied for a half dozen jobs but didn't have much hope for any of them. What am I going to do?

I may not have a plan for the future, or even tomorrow, but I knew what I had to do right then. I showered. Whatever stench or bad luck or bad whatever that was covering me needed to go. So I let the scalding hot water rush over me and clean it all away. I can't keep beating myself up. I can be so worrisome and pesimistic. I need a clean start.

(photo from here)