Tuesday, May. 03, 2005
Couple Things I've Learned
In an attempt to go to lunch, I was outside for all of 45 seconds only to run back to the building looking like I had just fallen into a pool. Where the hell did all this rain come from?
Man. Time is flying today. I looked at the clock and it said 11:04; then I looked again after what I thought was bout 20 minutes and it said 1:30! What the hell?
I went out and got myself a 2nd job. It’s an internship with an environmental consultation firm. What’s great about is that I’ll be doing the exact same thing that I did when I was a research assistant at the grad school. Plus, because I can only work part-time, they’ll let me have 24/7 access to the building so that I can come in when I want. And since it’s a private firm, that means I’ll get more than $8.50/hour.
What’s also great is that they loved my resume so much that there is a possibility that my internship could turn into a full-time position. Hell Yeah! That means that come September, I might finally break free from this current torture. And I’ll be doing something that I enjoy and find interesting. And I won’t have to put up with the numerous assholes here anymore. And I’ll hopefully end up making a good chunk of change. I’m keeping my fingers crossed.
I received my credit rating back. It was pretty high, so I was pre-approved for a house loan of $130k. That’s great except that most 1/1s in Miami are at least $145-150. Plus, my mom is insisting that I get a two-bedroom and insisting that I move all the way to bumfuck south Florida (the area right before you hit the Keys) so that I could afford said two-bedroom. She is out of her goddamn mind. I don’t even know why I’m acting surprised that she would try to take this over. I have spoken to the real estate lady once and I told her exactly what I was looking for and in what areas, and my mom keeps telling her the opposite. It is pissing me off. I just feel like telling her to keep the $3000-5000 that she’s offering me to help with closing costs so that I can be in control of what will be my house and my mortgage payments.
Things I learned this weekend:
- Even if you are the absolute worst writer in the world, you, too, can get your script produced into a movie. Please see “Jason X” (or as it should be properly called “Friday the 13th part 189”, but they couldn’t even get the name right), some of the other sci-fi movies shown on the Sci-fi channel, or most of the shit they show on Lifetime. I think what amazes me the most is that they find actors desperate enough to want to star in these movies. Washed-up has-beens, okay, but fresh faces, this is not the way to start you’re career. Nobody, except for me, is watching or cares. Actually, I don’t care either, but I have nothing better to do on Sundays.
- e-Books still exist.
- Apparently, the amount of time spent on the internet is linked to social isolation. Well no shit, sherlocks. What was interesting though were the figures they came up with: internet junkies spend 70 minutes less a day with their families, sleep 25 minutes less, and watch 30 minutes less TV. I only use the internet at work so I guess I spend about 60-80 minutes less doing actual work.
- People who don’t want advice from other people shouldn’t invite other people to their homes to help them out. I was watching Nanny 911 yesterday and was appalled when the Mom and Dad told the Nanny that they didn’t think they needed to follow her suggestions since if it worked for their parents when they were younger, the same philosophy should work with their own kids now. The Nanny promptly replied, “What do you do for a living? (The dad answered landscaping.) I didn’t invite you to my house to help with my lawn; you called me to help with your family problems. If you think you know better than me, then get on with it.” I wish I could’ve given Nanny a hug for that one.
- According to a study at Yale, cigarette smoking lowers your IQ. See I thought it was the other way around. No offense to some of you smokers out there, but I’ve had some run-ins with some completely idiotic smokers here in Miami, who think the law against smoking inside bars and restaurants applies to everyone else but them. I even had one guy from an upper class, white New Jersey family tell me that if he had a gun he would “bust a cap in my ass” after I asked him to stop blowing his cancer in my face. Yes, hedgehoggy, these kids watch entirely too much MTV because he obviously thought he was Fiddy Cent. I laughed in his face, then told him to go fuck himself.
- Most people don’t like when they first meet me. Actually, I already knew that, but it was interesting to hear someone else say it out loud. But they also said that once they get over my initial sarcasm and bitchiness, I’m a great person and pretty fun to be around. I also knew that already.
It is now time for me to dry off.
summerroll at 5:04 p.m.