it's a good thing i don't use this blog as an actual journal, or try to give accurate representations of what's happening in my life on a regular basis, otherwise i'd feel pretty stupid right now. but it's my blog, goddammit, and i'll write in it whenever the hell i feel like it! gosh!
moving on...it looks like i'll have my job back for thanksgiving after all. i went into my place of part-time employment over fall break, and saw my boss, and he was like, "sure." and then i told him it was only for four days, and he was still like, "that's fine." don't i have the BEST boss or what?! he gave me his work number AND his cellphone number!...and no, i know what you're thinking, but it's not like that. he was just being helpful.
i was going postal because when i got home, a letter was waiting for me. foodsource was bought out by c & s, which i already knew, but the letter told me that they weren't retaining part-timers, so i'd have to reapply. and like hell i wanna do that, so i was like, "no job...no money...nothing to do over thanksgiving..." *collapse* luckily, this is not the case! so while the rest of my family's in paris, i'll be at work, working my tocus off. thank keerist they like me there. but really, i'm so freaking genki at work, i scare myself. shit! now i just need not to fall back into my old summer pattern of getting fixated, not communicating, becoming depressed, then desperate, and making big mistakes. *sighs* why are they ALWAYS mistakes? this is why i don't talk to people. i wouldn't worry about it, but i got a little quavery when i went in on sunday, and i really don't need to go back to that place again.
...i should really write soap opera plots. for telemundo. someone else can translate them into spanish. if i had to do it myself, they'd just be playing all the spanish songs i know. cielito lindo and various reggaeton and salsa. no dialogue. but i know that they can dance better than i can fo sho. i can only do the basic salsa step. and forget about doing turns. especially turning right. messes me up every time.
in other news, yesterday i had an undisclosed number of vials of blood taken out of my body via the vein in my right arm. i say 'undisclosed,' because i was determinedly keeping up a conversation about winnie the pooh with the lady stealing my blood, so i lost count. the last time i had bloodwork done, i passed out in the waiting room immediately afterwards. regaining consciousness at that time was one of the weirdest experiences i've ever had. also, at some point when i was out of it, i did irreparable damage to my left ankle. to this day, i don't know what's wrong with it, but it didn't heal right, i guess. or something.
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