Well it is Tuesday and time to post.
First I got to say this month of December has been really shitty for me. I've been sick with kidney stones pretty much the whole month. I just had my second one on Saturday and I'm still sore as shit. I called out on Sunday and I should have called out last night but...
I don't make enough money to afford to, plus I had to take out a payday loan to cover the cost of prescriptions and it is going to be a little while before I catch up.
In other news, I have an interview with Aflac tomorrow, and I think I'm going to give insurance sales another go.
I HATE foodservice. I hate wearing nasty sticky work clothes. I hate looking all butch. I hate low wages. I hate the lack of respect I get as a cook.
I mean I feel like a 31 year old educated person should not be worrying whether she's cleaned the flat top or wiped out the sink well enough.
Anyway, yesterday I almost put in two weeks, but then I remembered it was probably a combination of feeling like shit and the painkillers so I suffered it out and bought a six pack on the way home.
Actually Monday night is my night for karaoke, but when I stopped by it was just a little too loud for me. I wanted a really quiet bar.
Second thing is that my car is at the shop, the car I just bought not even a month ago, yeah. Anyway, it's something with the electronics and I tend to have an effect on electronics. I have a rental which just isn't a cute, I mean, it's blue; I will never wear blue lipstick. Also it isn't European, and it doesn't have heated seats. What do they think I am, a savage?
Anyway, and seriously, I did want to mention that that trans guy I've been somewhat infatuated with for over a year now finally started T. He also asked me not to write about him because he doesn't like how he comes across in my writing.
Well I haven't mentioned him by name.
But anyway the only reason I mention him is that now I'm just not as attracted to him as I have been. Maybe this whole time it's been pheromones
And, I'm looking elsewhere. Or rather I have been. I don't date much, which I'd really like to change, but I don't know if I can. For one I have dangly bits in places where I shouldn't, and that kind of robs me of quiet a bit of confidence. I don't like them...actually, I don't find peni (really think the plural of penis should be peni) attractive on anyone. And yeah, especially when I'm interested in someone who isn't trans I'm perhaps overly cautious.
Oh well.
I can see myself as a successful insurance agent.
So anyway, I don't have a lot to write about today.
And I really am not so girly as to pick a car color to match my lipstick.
Though I have to admit, I kind of like that my normal car does.
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