The world is a ploy; a leash of employ
So apparently I really need to find a new job as my current one is no longer giving out any hours (literally) and unlike some people, I cannot afford to live on absolutely nothing. I can live off of very little, but absolutely nothing is beyond even my capabilities, I'm afraid. There's a job fair today somewhere that has 3 different times, which is something I find slightly odd, but I'll probably drag my sorry ass over there eventually. I am most definitely procrastinating and kind of wishing I had more up-to-date resumes, but I suppose I'll get around to making those at some point. I've been to a job fair before, so I have a small idea of what to expect. I just hope this doesn't turn out to be a gigantic waste of time, like many of the other things that tend to happen in my life.
My grandmother came over on Wednesday and brought over a "gift package" from herself and my mother which consisted of lots and lots of food. I was very grateful for this as I have very little money in my bank account and was running quite low on food at the time. Hopefully I can make it last for quite a while, as my cupboards have not been this full in a long time. I'd say "ever" but I'm not sure if that's really 100% true. I just finished eating some chicken fettucine alfredo leftovers from Boston Pizza (my grandma let me have hers) and a small Italian bun-thing, but I think I might still be hungry. I always overdo it. This is why I'm fat. Well... that and the fact that I don't exercise properly. Or at all. Meh. Whatever.
A small part of me is hoping the application they make me fill out doesn't make me choose the names of my managers they wish to contact, but thinking back on it, I think pretty much all of them have that. I can still pretend, right? I like playing pretend and we're all good at lying to ourselves for various reasons. I can have this one, right? Right? RIGHT?! I'm not even sure if I can remember the number to the Steinbach Superstore right now. I don't think I can, actually... Life is such a pain in the ass.
I don't recall if I was going to go on about something else. The chatroom I've been frequenting? Meh. I don't really feel like talking about that. Oh well.
My grandmother came over on Wednesday and brought over a "gift package" from herself and my mother which consisted of lots and lots of food. I was very grateful for this as I have very little money in my bank account and was running quite low on food at the time. Hopefully I can make it last for quite a while, as my cupboards have not been this full in a long time. I'd say "ever" but I'm not sure if that's really 100% true. I just finished eating some chicken fettucine alfredo leftovers from Boston Pizza (my grandma let me have hers) and a small Italian bun-thing, but I think I might still be hungry. I always overdo it. This is why I'm fat. Well... that and the fact that I don't exercise properly. Or at all. Meh. Whatever.
A small part of me is hoping the application they make me fill out doesn't make me choose the names of my managers they wish to contact, but thinking back on it, I think pretty much all of them have that. I can still pretend, right? I like playing pretend and we're all good at lying to ourselves for various reasons. I can have this one, right? Right? RIGHT?! I'm not even sure if I can remember the number to the Steinbach Superstore right now. I don't think I can, actually... Life is such a pain in the ass.
I don't recall if I was going to go on about something else. The chatroom I've been frequenting? Meh. I don't really feel like talking about that. Oh well.