balla holla

My cat has recently developed an obsession with digging burrows in my comforter. Right now, for instance, she is attacking my bed.

Remember that interview I went on a few entries back? The one for the architectural product distributor folks? Turns out, I got the job. They called today and offered it to me. Ha! Suckers. You can't just wait two weeks and assume I am still available. Still, though... I feel pretty bad ass. My current job was definitely worth the wait, though, and I wouldn't trade it for anything right now.

So what IS this alleged job I speak of?! I am a receptionist for the tiniest little doctor's office ever! The doc is a family practitioner and I think he's kind of over it after practicing for 30+ years. He spends about 5 hours in the office TOPS. I answer a few phone calls, schedule a few appointments, check a few people in, and spend the other 7 hours surfing the web and chatting with my 3 bad ass coworkers. We don't even have to deal with insurance companies. And it's definitely not your typical, depressing doctors office where 10 people are dying in the waiting room. Today was the busiest day we'll ever have... and there were a total of 7 patients. Oh, and the BEST part is- aside from having the most relaxed job ever- I get to leave by 4:30 every day (4 on Friday) and still get paid as if I stayed until 5. That's an extra 12 hours a month. My job owns.

Unfortunately, a few friendship things are getting old. It's time for a change or two.

ouchie :(

Yes, Saturday night destroyed my toe for good. I am on a solid diet of booze and Advil to kill the pain. The nail fell off Saturday morning after running around Friday night. That surprisingly took all the pain away! So, of course, a lame ass wearing combat boots had to JUMP on it [see above for the end result]. I'm pretty sure the whole damn toe is gonna fall off. I give it 2-4 weeks.

Eventually I'll write about how bad ass my new job is :). Instead... more pictures from last weekend? [I promise these will be less gross.]

<3

let us rejoice

Don't you hate how the ONLY cure for a massive hangover is drinking more alcohol? Anyway, I am no longer unemployed! Hooray! And I didn't settle for a lame job.

This one's gold.

lordy lord

I need some extrication some time soon. This weekend changed everything. Thursday? Intense. Friday? Intense. Last night? You guessed it. Intense. It has been a great weekend- better than most- it just changed everything. I'm confused and I'm anxious and I'm exhausted. I have a lot to contemplate.

Currently, I need to contemplate in my sleep.

indecisiveness

I have two parties that I am definitely going to on Saturday night... I'm just not quite sure how to pull it off. Fortunately they are only three miles apart. One party will be filled with cute boys. The other party will probably be filled with even MORE cute boys... but they are off limits. That's what I get for dating three of those punks in a two month period. Whatever. I'm done with cute boys, ugly boys... boys in general. My heart's just been bored lately.

In other news, I got back from a job interview not too long ago. It was for an architectural product distributor. Sounds pretty lame, but I think I would enjoy working there. They have only been around for about 6 years, so it's a relatively new company. New companies are fun to work for. You have a lot of say in how to get things done because they're still trying to figure out the most efficient way to do things. There's also a lot of room for growth. It was a very successful interview and I feel really good about it, but that apparently means nothing. I have become very confident in interviews and surprisingly have more experience than I realized, but I can't change the fact that I'm so young. Oh well. Who needs money, anyway? I pride myself in my ability to last almost two months without a paycheck. Funds are getting low, though, and rent is creepin' up. I'm sure I'll figure it out.

Oh, so, ya know how my toe got destroyed on St. Patrick's Day? Well, it somehow got worse. After limping around for a week, it felt pretty much healed. Of course, any gash can easily get infected when you climb around the green belt while drinking tequila all day. Yep. On Monday I spent the day climbing hills and treading through water practically barefoot. I stubbed my toe dozens of times. Tequila has a tendency to mask the pain. I'm not exactly sure what happened, but when I woke up on Dunny's couch Tuesday morning, my toe was oozing and throbbing with pain.

Oooozing.

I limped around all day and then trekked to Town Lake Tuesday night for a secret island show! We transported via canoe to an island on the lake and listened to some blue grass music. It was an awesome time and it made me truly appreciate this city, but a lot of dirt and open toed shoes were involved- making yesterday pretty painful. I was forced to keep my foot elevated at all times, which made walking quite difficult. Any time I so much as put my foot on the ground, intense pain would rush to my toe. It feels better today (at least good enough to allow me to wear heels to my interview), but the complete toe nail is falling off and there is ooziness everywhere.

It's really quite lovely.

so... much... pain...

Why did St. Patrick's Day have to be yesterday? I desperately needed to be productive today.

What began as a low key girl's night with Meg quickly turned into a booze filled night of havoc with all the boys. We went to see Gogol Bordello at Stubb's (which was a-MA-zing). There, I pretty much got destroyed. I made the mistake of moving up in the crowd as close to the stage as possible- while wearing heels. My feet got stomped on 17 million times. It took my big toe 15 minutes to finally stop bleeding. The medic wouldn't even give me a band-aid because it wasn't going to stay on, so we took matters into our own hands... [yes I was limping around downtown like that- it's quite pathetic.]

To kill the pain, I decided to get completely trashed. I'm pretty sure there was a bar. Pretty positive there were shots. I was told that we drove home in a cab and I vaguely remember breaking into the pool. Then I proceeded to walk home from Meg's without wearing shoes. Awesome.

So, hooray for being Irish. My feet hurt really, really bad.

sxsw

So much live music. So much free booze. So very little sleep.

What a week! I was drinking downtown yesterday from 4pm to 4am. Kind of ridiculous. We spent about 7 hours at the Pure Volume party, though. That means I was drinking an endless supply of free red bull and vodka for a good 7 hours. I got pretty wired. AND dehydrated, unfortunately, which explains why I'm home in bed right now and not having more SXSW fun like I had planned. I'm not used to drinking energy drinks in large doses! My bed ridden self has had a difficult time moving around today. Any time I would so much as shift my body position, my heart rate would sky rocket. I figured I should take it easy tonight and get ready for a REdiculous weekend.

Here are some pictures:



Time for water. And sleep.

egads!

The Clinton: Obama debate next week is in Austin. At UT. Down the fucking street.

Must. Get. Tickets.

Tacos and sangrias make Wednesday's perfect. So does Meaghan skipping class. And, um, quitting my job. Eh. Not having a job has certainly made life more entertaining. I have the pictures to prove it.

So, don't you love how crazy blonde hippie whore bitches always ruin everything? I sure do. At least in this case, her crazy blonde hippie whoreness might have been a huge help. Hmm.



This just in: The democratic debate ain't open to the public. :(

Must... sneak... in....

[just kidding]

I'm back! I swear to god... I go through blogs like boyfriends. Or jobs, in my case. I am on the verge of quitting my current one.

1. It's 30 miles away.
2. My ex-friend co-worker has decided to make my 40 hour work week as difficult as possible.
3. They decided to give me 17 MORE responsibilities without a raise involved.
4. I just plain hate it.

My boss really has ticked me off, though. He is making everyone else's lives easier by taking their tasks away and just piling them up on me. Kind of like sacrificing one for the good of many. UGH and my car got stolen last week, so that was fun. It's all been a lot to deal with. So why not just quit my job and deal with the stress of looking for a new one? Whyyy nottt.

I am craving a slurpee.

Oh.... and I don't write in here anymore. Have 17 million pictures to remember me by.



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