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Mollyisms and whatever else is bouncing around the room...
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
California has so much sun and really knows how to party, and that's why I can't stay there. I am weak-willed and impetuous. I had 3 jobs and still made no money, and with cheap wine flowing and pot EVERYWHERE the environment was not conducive to prospering beyond hanging on to my jobs and sinking further into debt.
I'm glad to be back. I missed my friends, I missed my family and I really missed my car.
What can I say? I feel spoiled to have a set of wheels that I don't have to pedal.
I don't know what my plan is right now, besides trying to make enough money to pay back my credit cards for financing my West Coast extravaganza.
As for career? I'm gonna get some freelancing poppin' again and I am going to once again blog faithfully. Anyone who was a Myspace friend will probably remember the blogs I wrote back in the day. The difference is, this time, I will try not to be so wine-drunk and sloppy.
If I am, you will probably discover it on this blog, which is a more day-to-day personal blog.
I have also started a blog for my travel stories http://travelersdestiny.blogspot.com/ which I would like to be a more professional source of my experiences during the time I have been traveling.
Its the only way I can think to make all this stuff I've been doing pay off, besides you know, having a life well-lived.
I always wanted to do that, but I have some serious bills to pay.
During your visits to my inner-monologue... I mean blog, please feel free to click on any of the advertisements.
I'm doin' this to make a buck now, remember?
Friday, September 25, 2009
Today is my 28th Birthday and I am in Pacific Beach, San Diego getting ready for work.
I am happy to be working on my Birthday, because, well, it's not like its going to be a bad day! Besides, after receiving a "birthday box" from my parents containing all my old mail that has accumulated since May, a card and a check, I need the money!
"All my old mail" really means 5 months of Conde Nast Traveler mags, some credit card offers and a past-due bill from Comcast that has been turned over to collections. Oh yeah, and a notice from Unemployment in Delaware, informing me that I OWE them $101.85 for "overpayment."
Seriously? Why give me the money if I'm not supposed to spend it?
I will be paying Comcast their money ASAP because I need a clear credit report to be able to do what I want, when I want.
Unemployment shouldn't hold their breath waiting for my cash.
Nevertheless, I am happy it is my birthday! And I am happy to be working! Kind of a change from my year of periodic joblessness and vagrancy at 27.
Kickin' this one off right.
Its time to make some money!
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
I talked to my sister and found out she wants to take out a life insurance policy for me.
I guess this way, she can make sure she won't have any out-of-pocket expenses for my burial.
Don't make the mistake of telling this lady you are feeling sick or lethargic.
If you tell her this about your dog, she'll advise putting him to sleep.
I hope I don't feel sick or lethargic anytime soon, or it'll be lights out for me!
Thursday, September 10, 2009
1. Dine like a diplomat
2. Business Etiquette
3. Cultural Notes
4. Wedding Etiquette
Sounds great, doesn't it?
The sponsoring business is WalkTall ELEVATOR SHOES!
I tried to sign up for the class before I did my research but fortunately, or unfortunately for my manners, it seemed like the equivalent of a "beard." Guys obsessed with appearances and manners would clearly be up for some elevator shoes, it seems.
I've never had a need for elevator shoes, thankfully. I haven't stuffed my bra either. What can I say? I'm blessed.
Etiquette Police, I think it is terrible manners to lead me to a site that doesn't teach me any of the above, highlighted etiquette. Maybe I'm mistaken, maybe I can get that course if I follow up on a long list of nonsense, but you are a long way from Emily Post.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
2 listings under "Employment" available.
For all of San Diego?
No wonder everything is like a cattle call.
Art / Media / Design • Auditions • General • Accounting/Finance • Career Training/Schools • more…
Clerical • Computer/Technical • Domestic • Driver/Delivery • Education • Entertainment • Focus Group • Health Care • Internships • Job Wanted • Management • Office • Part-time • Restaurant/Hotel/Club • Retail • Sales & Marketing • Salon • Trades/Labor • TV/Film/Video • Web Design • Writing/Editing
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Monday, August 31, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Get this, I sold, of all things, SAUSAGES at the Chargers preseason game!
If you know anything about this land of wangs, are thinking the same thing I was when I heard which booth I would be working at.
"Sausage, here? In Man Diego?"
I hustled Italian Sausages, imported from Boston, from 2:30 in the afternoon 'til 11 at night.
"Hot Dogs, CHEESESTEAKS, chicken, beef tips, SAUSAGE!"
I bellowed from my station, directly in front of the serving windows and even into the pedestrian walkway to make a sale.
This way I could hustle some $10 sausage sandwiches before people even knew what hit 'em.
What can I say, it was fun.
One lady got pissed when she found out a sandwich was $10 and a 20 oz bottle of soda was $5.25. I was definitely happy I didn't have to pay those prices, but what do you expect at a football game??
Sourpuss looked up at me and scowled "$10 for a sandwich? Oh, that's outrageous."
I took one look back at her scowling sourpuss and couldn't help it, this woman was a shrew.
"Well 'maam, I wouldn't breathe too deep if I were you. You should see our prices for hot air."
Friday, August 14, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
'We’re almost there,' my guide told me, but I didn’t know where there was. The fireweed only told me there was 5 weeks left in the summer.
It all just looked like tundra as far as I was concerned. Spongy, absorbant, Summertime tundra that makes for a soft landing. I couldn’t wait to get to the cabin at 8 mile lake after what must have been miles of hiking.
Stampede Road only continued so far before it became Stampede Trail, just east of Denali National Park.
Stampede Trail seemed to continue forever until I saw the cabin. We took a 4-wheeler part of the way out, then hiked.
I brought my flask and had nearly finished it before I knew the Irish Whiskey was having it’s way with me. That was when I toppled over like a domino on my right side. I don't think I tripped on anything but my own inebriation.
We eventually entered the cabin, and as a native of the busy Mid-Atlantic region, this experience was new to me. After lighting the fire and warming up, we headed to upstairs to the loft. Once we took a look around, I was confused by the doorways on either side of the second floor. On the side of the cabin, the side facing 8 Mile Lake, there was a balcony, and sometimes Denali would come out on a clear days, rising over the lake with a distant, but distinct alpen glow.
On the other side of the cabin, facing the trail, the doorway had no balcony attached. I wondered if they were going to add another balcony but money or weather had thus far prevented the addition.
I asked my traveling companion what the deal was and he replied "Oh, that’s for tundra jumping.”
He was standing on the side of the loft facing 8 Mile Lake and took off his cumbersome backpack and before taking his mark.
"What the hell is that?" I asked.
As the words were coming out of my mouth, he took off and ran across the loft and through the open door, launching himself into a pike and landing, ass-first into the squishy melted permafrost.
"That," he said, with a hearty laugh and a swig from his flask, "is Tundra Jumping."