Unemployment And Shit

Boy, it has been a while since I have updated. Well, I quit my job at that awful place. I knew that it was coming, them firing me, but I got the jump on them and fucking quit. I laid into that manager, too. The big boss and her called me into the office and I let them have it. I told her to her face that she is the most passive-aggressive person and least professional supervisor that I have ever seen, and called her out on her shit to Lynn, I hope I got her in trouble. Anyways, walking out, felt like a huge fucking weight had been lifted from my shoulders. Now I just have to find something new, something better, something that will not make me want to kill myself everyday. I so regret leaving St. Joe's. I will kick myself everyday for that. Since I have been unemployed (it has been since March 10), I have been toiling away applying for jobs online and making calls, trying to set up contacts, catching up on myriad things that have fallen by the wayside, and trying to sort things out with moving later this year. I am going to be living in the house on 36th, with Nick, at his insistance, and while I was apprehensive, he was not budging on wanting to stay there (as opposed to my house), or budging on wanting us to live together. I hope it goes well. I feel like I did learn a lot from the experience with Farley. I will have my own room and will have the rest of the house to furnish, as well, although I am still trying to figure out where I am going to put all of my stuff, since I just have so much. Nick says that it will be "our house," which I rather like. It'll get figured out. There still needs to be determined who the third person wil be, since Christina and Cyntia decided that it would be too many people for them both to live there, which I can't say I disagree with. So, being without a job has atleast afforded me the time to catch up on a lot of stuff that I have been wanting to do, from getting rid of stuff and going to the Salvation Army, to paying off bills (although now I am starting to get concerned about the whole lack of paycheck thing.). In true Withnail and I form, I am unemployed and going away on holiday next week (Philly for the weekend to see Gaslight Anthem.). Will be trying to conserve funds as much as possible, although it would certainly be made easier if Carmin could provide me with some assistance with our joined expenses. She and Allen are moving to a house nearby the beginning of May (well, he'll be there then, she'll be out of here by the end of May, and be paying double rent for some of that time. How they are going to do this is beyond me. I will miss living with her, but I guess that this is the normal progression of things. We both felt like this was the opportunity to seize, and I myself, feeling apprehensive, also do not want to kick myself in the future for passing it up.). I wish I were like Ray Liotta in Goodfellas, or that I was married to a gangster. Not really, but damn it, I'm tired of working, having nothing to show for it, and being miserable. Anyways, been out and about. Got to see Morrissey last Saturday, which was me and Nick's one year anniversary. We went to the BMA (like last year), then to dinner at Annabelle Lee, where Kurt, the owner, comped our bill for two Raven cocktails for the occasion, then we went to D.C.. The show was amazing. The old man still has it. Leaving the parking garage, of all the people there in this other city, guess who was parked about ten cars down from us? Rob and Melanie. I just thought that was ridiculous. Nick said that for a couple that claim to be trendsetters or whatever, they seem to be stalking us. I found that to be amusing. Staying at Nick's parents' house this weekend to dogsit since they are going to New York. Pop-Pop is in the hospital, which is upsetting to me, but I agree with my step-mom that that is the best place for him right now. Breaks my heart, God, I don't want to get old. I will be glad to see Nick later and start the weekend.