Time marches on
Quick status update: I am still a temp worker.
Over nine months have passed, and I am still… not sure if I’m even employed.
I don’t know if it’s good news or bad news that they have started giving me tasks. Good news because it keeps me occupied, and gives me something to think about other than “WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE.” Bad news because the latest task is addressing, stuffing, sealing, stamping, and mailing 3,500 brochures. Brochures that will probably immediately be thrown into recycle bins nationwide.
Yesterday, I spent all day working on this project, and got 500 envelopes addressed and stuffed. Not sealed. Not stamped. Not mailed. And only 500. At this rate, the remainder of 2008 is looking quite festive.
Julie, the eternal beautiful optimist, is confident that there is a fulfilling career out there for me. I typically respond with a grunt. But I suppose that is why I need Julie.
Speaking of Julie, did you hear? Did you know? I’M GETTING A ROOMMATE. In January, Julie and I are moving in together; after many years of being a live-aloner, the timing is right for me to join the legions of “people who don’t have to drink alone.” I have to admit that I’m a little bit nervous about the prospect of having a roommate – but more nervous on Julie’s behalf than my own. I mean, what if I’m a terrible person to live with? It could be. I’m particular and introverted and probably really annoying.
Not Julie. Julie is great. Wonderful. Kind-hearted. Generous. Absolutely lovely. A nicer person than I will ever be, and one that I never get tired of being around. I LOVE HER. And I think it will be good for me to compromise and communicate and share life with someone else. I’m calling her my “starter husband.”
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Starter husbands are wonderful. :) I had three, and they’re still three of my favorite people. You’ll make it and you’ll love it, I have no doubt.
While living alone, a good roommate can bring a new kind of joy.
I think you’ll love it!
Go ahead and ask Charlie sometime. Roommates rule.
Also, your job doesn’t sound that bad. Stuff, stamp, and be merry, for tomorrow you could be working pizza delivery.
This is so exciting! I love having girl roommates, it keeps you sane. Really, really helps during the more depressing moments. (Not that I’m saying I have low, dark, depressing moments ;) )
YAY!! i’m SO excited…b/c i love you BOTH…and that just means when i come hang out i get to see you BOTH. yipppeeeee :)
house-warming-camping-trip-sleepover in your new living room? yes, please.
Haha… “Starter husband.”
You gals are sooo lucky! I’m sure it’ll be loads of fun! Super, duper fun!
Have you found a place yet?
Heh, this is funny. I was just talking my mom’s ear off about things I’ve read on your blog, when she asks me, “Does she have a roommate?” “Uh… I don’t think so.” Then she starts talking about how worried she is about you, living alone. :) It was kinda funny. I can’t wait to give her the update. Congrats!
~Little Annie
P.S. I feel for you on the envelope stuffing. :) Suffice to say that I helped out on a campaign a few years back, but hey, there was free food. Keep on keepin’ on. :D ~ Little AP
P.S. Not to make my mom sound creepy or anything. She worries about everyone on various levels. :) Guess that comes from having two impish kids who are constantly cause for concern.
Love,
Little Annie Parsons
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