|So where's that magical job that I can wear lolita, be challenged, and make some bucks?
||[Feb. 21st, 2009|04:44 pm]
I said this to twitter but I'll say it again. My dad wants me to go work for him, but he's being an ass about it, so I think I'll tell him to shove it. One of his secretaries is preggers, and the other is a flake, so he actually needs my help more than I need his, but he went and wrote out a set of ultimatums for me working there so long it filled up both sides of a legal sized sheet of paper. I think I was in denial before, but reading it really drove home that even though I currently work under a bunch of incompetent assholes, I don't also have to come home and LIVE with them. (OH THANK GOD).
So, unless I dye my hair back to a normal color and go get another job, it's still Panera for me. I don't know what will happen first, them firing me or me finally quiting but hopefully I can be out of there soon. Perhaps I should be on craiglist right now...
And I bought my first brand item (besides the supper-petti) today. Someone posted it for sale today and I had to buy it even though I'm obviously not comfortable financially right now, because CAT PRINT. Now if only the person I commissioned would actually MAKE MY SKIRT, would be set for a while now on major purchases. I also had my first argument in a lolita wank community. If anyone wants to see me school a bellydancer, I can provide links. *evil grin*