All Hallow's Eve

Working 8 to 5 makes you tired. Even though have the day I email everyone I know.

I'm going to start writing in this blog more often now. How in the world am I going to be able to look back at this time in my life if I don't record it?

This economy proves to be the most terrible time ever to try to find a job. Be happy if you're still in college. After countless interviews and less than a week of temping, I'm hoping that one of the interviews I've had recently will pan out.

Last weekend Caitlin and I went out toe harvard for a party and out to a club afterwards. Harvard people are not friendly and I know that yahtzee could be a clique, but I'm not sure even one person came to talk to us. And we were epically underdressed. Too pretentious for me. The only way we would have fit in the entire evening would have been for us to go find our formal wear, load on the make up and through on those 3 inch heels. We embraced our fashion "disaster" according to Harvard and danced in our own corner. We made a random friend (who I discovered to be about 29 after talking with him) who followed us and stuck with us but was painfully shy.

I met my future husband last week while waiting for almost an hour in a line outside a bar. Granted, he didn't know he was my future husband, but that's neither here nor there. He had some fancy job with computer software in the financial district and was so much fun and cute. But we never got into the club so we all parted ways. Knowing my luck, he's probably gay.

Temping in this healthcare place has been fine thus far. It's nice to actually use what mental capacity I have. It's sort of amusing that I'm ending up in a branch of the healthcare field. Granted, I'm in charge of organizing and updating ongoing research grants, but still, it's a temp job that doesn't involve filing or labeling or other random functions that someone who's brain was oozing out of their ears could still manage to accopmlish.

I'm happy here but not complete. I have no money and I'm tired of living off the tiniest amount of money. I miss music. I miss singing and performing. I miss rehearsal. I'm unfulfilled. I'm just thankful I'm able to put my finger down on what it is that makes me feel this way. I also miss the people who just understand me. I thought I would have friends like that here, but with the exception of a couple, I've been a little disappointed. I really need to stop complaining - I know things could be much worse. I should be counting my blessings. I'm just being emo.

I'm a freaking gimp. I have this stupid air cast that I have to wear all weekend. I look ridiculous. I let a sprain go for too long and now I'm bound to this inconvenient, uncomfortable, bulky, itchy and awkward leg/ankle brace/air cast shit. I even had to go to pediatric emergency care because the hospital ushers anyone 21 and under to that wing of the hospital. Then I waited 3 hours for them to tell me I had a sprain (quel surprise). And getting home was more difficult than if I had tried to cook thanksgiving dinner on my own. Halloween is not a good night to travel. Let's also talk about how I accidentally went the wrong way on the bus, so I hopped off at a T station. Then I had to transfer trains, but the station in the opposite direction was closed. So, I traveled back in a stop to transfer over to an outbound change. I finally arrived home at 8:30. Happy Halloween.

I will promptly stop complaining and whining and sleep. Tomorrow should prove to be an interesting day.