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August 28, 2014 | 12046 ♥ |
August 28, 2014 | 0 ♥ | and beer will be 4 bucks like it's supposed to be. and I'll only ever see rats in pet stores. but I'll miss eatly and my two besties and rooftop bars. and some other junk.
Sat down with my calender and my journal and put together some budget’s/ pro’s and con’s/ timelines, and I feel a lot better. I’m going to put my notice in at work the 17th, which would make my last day October 1st (assuming they want me to work the traditional ending two weeks, which I hope that they will). If not I’ll be OK with 2 weeks unpaid. I’ll probably have three interviews set up for the Friday I’m in Seattle (one for certain, one being planned, and a phone interview on the 9th that I’m hoping goes well. Plus a fuck ton of resumes out in the world which means responses will trickle in for the next few weeks, so maaaaybe I can squeeze in one or two more) and I’m sure at least one of them will make me an offer. (I really liked the company I had my phone interview with today! And I’m still pumped about the start-up in Eastlake!)
So… I can wrap my head around this. 35 days left to kick it in NYC, and then I’ll be back in my favorite city with all my favorite people surrounded by gorgeous mountains and evergreens and water everywhere!
August 28, 2014 | 3 ♥ | I have spent all day watching these and just laughing my ass off.
August 28, 2014 | 17 ♥ |
Guyfunkel and Boats
August 28, 2014 | 6 ♥ | !!!!. seattle love. soon.
August 28, 2014 | 1 ♥ | pete holmes.
seriously i’m dying
how is this show not still on?
August 28, 2014 | 626578 ♥ | about me. but seriosuly.
my life is just a collection of poorly made decisions with alternative music playing in the background
August 28, 2014 | 2 ♥ | this makes no sense. i make no sense anymore. I need to go workout I think.
I think I’m getting an ulcer
I’m so fucking stressed out I can’t handle. I’ve been low level anxious all week (which I usually handle pretty well) but today my stomachs all jittery and my shoulders are tense and achy no matter how many times I stretch and I feel vaguely nauseated every time I look at my calender and think about all the shit I need to get done in the next month and a half. I booked my ticket home to interview for that job in Seattle (and hopefully two others if the scheduling works out) so once I know for sure if I have a job, it’ll be easier for everything else to fall into place, like when I can give notice at my current office(which I’m all worried about ) and when/if I can get a place in Seattle and not worry about finding a place here.
Also all my fucking paperwork I ordered like ALMOST TWO WEEKS AGO that’ll enable me to replace my ID is nowhere in site. Which means I’ll have to board my flight without proper ID, which is possible, but it’s also possible to be turned away at the gate and told “too bad”, so that’s keeping me up nights (well. One night. Last night. But still). AND I have to lie to work about leaving thursday and why I’m taking off Friday and Monday and also I’m working on this certification in cloud computing that will look really good on my resume and it’s supposed to take like 3 months but I’ve decided to power through and finish it in 3 weeks and it’s so hard I want to die and just honestly… I want to fast forward to my like.. third week in whatever new job I get. Because everything should be settled-ish by then and I’ll be back home PRAISE JESUS and just… god. I also think I’ve drank too much coffee today.
I like things high energy and high stress, but the fun kind of stress. The “close three sales today or DIE TRYING, DON’T YOU WANT YOUR BONUUUUUS!” kind of stress. Not the “people are going to be upset soon… also what are you doing with your life/where are you sleeping next month/ and also you’re lyiiiiiiiing to people remember and don’t be caaaaaaaaauuuuuught” kind.
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