Boy have I been busy. February was a bundle of laughs: I discovered Tinder, was forced to send away my cat by our behaviorally inconsistent landlady, had a birthday, began rehearsals for a play in my hometown, and had my hours cut back at work which meant goodbye any notions of a steady paycheck and hello hours of applying for countless jobs and their inevitable rejection of me. So when I say “bundle of laughs” I mean for everyone except me. Maybe I’m being too dramatic. The birthday was fun, and the play is exciting. I’m addicted to Tinder so that is definitely in the bad column. So yeah, up until recently things have been mostly bad. And now March is almost over! Gee wiz. The big event of March was getting an awesome job and then being fired after three days.
The boss lady said I wasn’t being “fired” or “let go” or anything bad like that, I just wasn’t needed anymore. To me that falls under the “terminated” category, but I don’t like referring to myself in a way that sounds like I was killed by a robot unless I do actually get killed by a robot. So I just say I was “fired.” The job was working on a hobby farm for a family who also ran a landscaping company. Farming and landscaping are both things that I really want to try at least once in life so it seemed like I hit the jackpot with this job. I was even honest about going traveling in the summer and they still wanted me. For the first while the job was going to be mostly housekeeping and helping with some aspects of some renovations they were doing. I was getting paid $13 an hour so I thought “hell yeah I’ll wash dishes and paint some doors.” Later I would transition to doing more things outside concerning the animals they were raising, and help the boss man plan and build a permaculture garden. At college I worked for a professor doing a research project on permaculture in higher learning institutions and ever since then I have wanted to put my research into action and build a real garden. I have also always wanted to learn how to milk a cow. Everything was coming up Milhouse! Or so it seemed until the boss lady said that she wasn’t “comfortable ordering someone around” to clean up after her five kids. She kept saying things to soften the blow like “you have so much to offer.” Yeah I know that I can do more interesting and challenging things than organizing your medicine cabinet, but guess what lady, I took this job knowing full well what it would entail and clearly you didn’t when you hired me. So maybe put your pride aside and realize that hiring someone for only three days is totally shit.
Ugh. Please excuse me, gentle readers, I got really excited for that job and then I got really let down so I needed to vent.
I’ll talk about the play in my next post.
I miss Justice, my super kitty. I was forced to send him to live at my parents’ house for fear of being evicted. When I first moved in to the apartment I was told by the roommate guy who was subletting since he also lives in the apartment, that pets were allowed. Hell, he even had a rabbit and two rats. Apparently though “allowed” was very strong language to use concerning the animals. The whole building turned out to be a no pet zone, but this guy had been hiding his pets for four years. Except that the landlady knew about his pets, but at some point decided not to care about those animals. So she freaked out about Justice because other people in the building were using him as an excuse to also bring in pets. I see where she is coming from because not all pets are as clean as Justice, but come on lady! She knew about him for a long time before she finally decided to get pissy about it. She even made a point a few months ago to have an outdoor discussion with my roommate where she said very loudly (so that others in the building would hear her) “THE CAT IS GONE RIGHT?” while she knew full well that he was not in fact gone. My roommate played along of course, but she has never had the same attitude one day to the next about the issue. I always want to tell my roommate that he was an asshole about lying to me when I moved in, and that if I had known about the no pet rule I would not have moved in. The problem with saying that though, is if I hadn’t moved in there I would not have met our other roommate, F. F is my best friend in all the world and I want us to always be together. I’m getting too mushy and gross now, but seriously I wouldn’t be in a good place emotionally right now if I didn’t have F in my life.
So even when things are shit I still have F, and that makes everything better. And Justice is only an hour and a half away so I do get to see him often enough, especially since the play started. And I’ll be going to Europe soon! I do have things to look forward to. I should stop complaining 😉