I got the DYS job I was interviewing for! I found out on the 9th, but haven't gotten around to posting for a while. Short-term girl's pre-trial unit. So yay! Full time, good benefits, great pay, and I'd only be working one job!!! I start May 4 part-time, and then once I close out my clients at the high school I go full time on May 14. Meeeeep. I'm kind of nervous; it's going to be an intense job, and there's a lot to learn, but I think I can manage. They're going to send me to western Mass for a week to get restraint trained among other things, which will be exciting and terrifying at the same time. I also get some intensive DBT training, which will be cool.

I got the go-ahead to revamp my lifting program and not do PT anymore! I'll go back in 2 weeks for a check-up, but at this point I'm pretty much healed. I've got some restrictions, and I need to start really light, but I'm cleared! I'll hopefully be throwing in June! Yay!

I just reminded myself of the wisdom of skimming the spam folder before dumping it permanently. I checked on whim, before emptying it, and found a message from DYS asking if I was still interested in a full time position. Uh... yeah!!! So I just emailed the woman back letting her know that I'm still interested. I could have missed out on that opportunity had I not checked my email. And the email just came in today, so I'm not too far behind. Huzzah.

I'm frustrated with men... again/still. National Guard boy was supposed to contact me this weekend, and didn't. And Boy Wonder (D's coworker) didn't show up to the party we had for Alex and I'm wondering wtf is up with him. Dating is frustrating. I'm tired of chasing, but chasing is the only way things get done in my life.

My shoulder hurts. A lot. And I don't know why. Also, my back is locked. I need a massage badly.

Paid $350 for my third of fixing my mom's car. We had to replace the hub assembly and front brakes. It still needs an oil change. I was really hoping to use that money for student loans and/or my motorcycle license. Not so much anymore.

I'm sleepy-zombie recently. So low energy it's insane. I need to go to bed now. And I may skip PT if my shoulder keeps hurting this much. Ice is doing nothing for it anymore.

So I'm financially fucked right now:

Bank Acct 1: $-322.01
Bank Acct 2: $-362.14

Direct Deposit into Bank Acct 1 on Weds: $120
Direct deposit into Bank Acct 2 on Friday: $560

Due this week: Rent- $495, gas for car- $45, food for me and cat...$25-$50, therapy- $50 three credit card payments and my cell phone bill. I also have not chipped in my portion for utilities in a while.

I'm living on about $1400/mo right now in BOSTON!

I had an interview on Friday up in Lowell, but the hours aren't enough to justify the travel. I had another interview today with someone in our parent company do do fee for service work, but i won't get to find out whether or not I have that job until sometime next week.

I'm seriously debating joining the Navy. At least I'll have some sort of job security. I may get killed... but at least I'll make a bit more money than I'm doing right now. I can't ask my parents for money because my dad is unemployed, and there are three people in college, including my mother. I've exhausted all of my stock money from my grandfather and I'm basically completely fucked. I hate this. I feel like I'm doing something wrong, but I don't know what else to do! I've been looking for a job forever and I haven't been able to find one!

I started my job at the after school program yesterday. It's going to be great. The kids are a bit "prickly" but generally cool. I start running groups next week. This whole "real job" thing is kind of surreal. I'm on the same level as everyone who's already working there, with the exeption of my boss. Wierd... I've been an intern for so long that the thought of being equal with my coworkers is seriously strange. The only problem is that it's part-time and doesn't pay very well. It's otherwise a friggin' dream job though.

The kicker is that yesterday I got a call from the guy who I interviewed with a few weeks ago for the place out on Long Island in Boston Harbor. Turns out they really want me over there too. All they're waiting for is my CORI and my driving record and references. It's a Full-time position counseling women with substance abuse problems. The problem is that the hours are exactly wrong to go with the job I already took. Argh! Feast of famine here! I told him that I'd be interested in a part-time position with them if they had one. He might find me a weekend job. I wish I had heard about this sooner 'cause it would be just about perfect as well, it doesn't pay very well, the education level is a BA, but it would be really good experience. What the hell?

Today I'm going to drop off an application for the art store near my house. We'll see how that plays out. I'd love to work there. What's better than getting paid to help people with art materials and get discounts on art supplies? Nothing, that's what. Except maybe a full-time fully benefitted crazy-good-paying art therapy job. But that's kind of far away.

Also, I sent J. packing last night. I finally told him that we were on different planets and I just was totally not feeling it. He said he figured it was coming. I kind of don't even care at this point. He immediately removed me from MySpace though, which cracks me up. It's so easy to follow the ups and downs of someone's attachment to you through Myspace and facebook. Evil monitoring sites, but so much fun.

I have a job! It's at the after school program It's part time, but I can do fee for service work for the larger compay if/when they need me to. Yay!!! I go in today to fill out paperwork and other Useful Things. Huzzah!

This is scarily correct.

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I'm going out tonight with my friend LeeAnn. We both need to be social, and we've been bad at doing it recently, so dinner! Yay!

My job interview yesterday was way the hell out on Long Island in Boston Harbor. It's a haul to get there, but it'll be a cool job if I get it. It's working with mothers who have problems with substance abuse. I reeeely hope I get either this one or the afterschool program. I find out about afterschool program by Wednesday.

I'm going to say this loudly and slowly for those of you who didn't get it the first 5 million times.

I NEED A FUCKING JOB!!!

Sorry. I'm grouchy.

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Yeah, the results of that are so not surprising considering my recent issues. And I know that so much of my moodiness has to do with PMS. Evil evil hormones... And now I have cramps... grrr. And my face is all broken out...double grrr.

I made really good soup yesterday. I was looking for white beans to make white bean and garlic soup, and I found barley!! I love barley! So I made myself vegetable barley soup with carrots and celery and kale. I needed something to help clean the toxins out of my body. It was so tasty. I love the way barley makes soup all thick and creamy. It's total comfort food. I need to get better at cooking more, and maybe eating more vegetarian style food. I also bought lentils. Anyone have any ideas for good lentil recipes? I want things that are simple and don't take much time, but are really tasty. I'm trying to figure out how my mom used to manage to cook decent meals all the damn time for us. And I can never seem to figure out how she did it, I just run out of ideas so quickly and end up eating the same things over and over.

Tonight is Halloween. I don't know what I'm doing tonight, I might go to Bob's and hang out, if he ever emails me back. Or I'll just stay home and hand out candy to the few kids who come over. We'll see...

There's nothing worse than knowing you will be leaving a job a full two weeks before you have to leave. And it's not that I want to leave necessarily. They hired someone to replace me full-time. Great... and I still don't have a real job. I'm seriously considering the fact that I might not be able to get a job in my field. It certainly doesn't seem like it anyway. I just got rejected for a job that I thought I'd be perfect for. And I'm better qualified than most people. I just don't have enough experience. Either that or I'm seriously fucking up my interviews. I need to go to the career center and have them sit down and help me figure out why I'm not getting hired.


On a positive note, I had a great date on Wednesday with Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome. We were up way too late. He's really sweet, and smart, and didn't react really badly when I told him I was sick. I hope I get to see him again. I've heard nothing from him the past two days.

This is me being pessimistic and cranky. I have my Halloween Party tonight, and I'm not in a great mood right now to want to be social and stuff. Blah.

Today has been an eventful and productive day.

I mailed my Sallie Mae Consolidation packet.
Mailed a bunch of bills out too.
Got stamps.
Kicked ass at my interview, he said that I have an "impressive" resume, and that I will find out on Thursday if I get a second interview. (cross your fingers everyone!)
Had a good lift, got 110 up in leg press after decent squats and cleans, so I'm happy with that.
Made plans for a date! with Mr Tall Dark And Handsome from salsa the other night. He's the one guy who I didn't kiss, but he saw me, put his drink down and asked me to dance, and then asked me for my number before he left with his friends. And he's taller than me! And is an MIT grad student! And is tall! And dark! And Handsome! And sweet! We'll see how Wednesday goes. He's being a dear and going to a place where we can watch the Sox game, 'cause it's game 1 of the World Series. So we're going to Christopher's, which is my favorite pub ever. He wanted drinks instead of dinner, 'cause dinner "can have lots of awkward pauses" which I thought was so cute. I'll let y'all know how it goes.

Mr. Back Alley hasn't called yet, and doubt he will, and I'm so totally ok with that.

John (the roommate) is on the very short list of people who can call me "slut" or "ho" and still live. He just ends up with a bruised arm. Laura can attest to that. He sent me a text on Sunday morning saying "stop being a ho and get to painting!" which cracked me up to no end. I'll repeat it again for those of you who missed it: I love my roommate!