Day 3 of 12-hour days...

By the end of the day today I will have worked 36 hours this week. Blah.

R (the boss at other job) called me last night, mainly to joke about how much she was making me work this week. I don't actually mind it, because it's good cash. But she also offered me some extra passes she had to to the movie "Bucket List" with Morgan Freeman and Jack Nicholson. Looks like a good movie, and am looking forward to going.

I've been very productive at office-job today. I have turned on the phones by 10:00 a.m. (supposed to do it at 8:00 a.m., but yesterday we didn't turn them on at all... oops) and have pretty much done everything I need to do today.

You know, this job would be perfect if I didn't have to answer the phones. Heh.

I don't really want to have lunch with S today... I feel bad since I never see her, but I don't really like going out with all her friends. There's been distance between us recently and I just don't really enjoy spending time with her. Not sure what that's all about...

I'm going to e-mail a bunch of my proffesors today and see if they have any contacts for a job opportunity in London. Idealy, i'd love to make around £12 an hour, therefore being able to rent my own space (not share with someone) and therefore be able to have visitors. I'd also love to work at my own pace, doing research or something, so that if I wanted a day off, I just took it. Either that or worked only 3 or 4 days a week - even if it means 3 - 12 hour days or 4 - 10 hour days.

Come to think of that, I'm going to do that now.

Was very pissed off yesterday...

Hello Hello again.

Sorry that it's been a couple days since my last update. I've been working both jobs a lot and never really had the time at work to write since K is there a lot and most of my posts are about her.

She said something to me yesterday that had me fuming aaaaaaaall the way home. I was getting ready to leave the office here and head to my other job and she stated something along the lines of "sucks that I have to stay here until 7:30 p.m." and I replied "yeah well i'm heading to my other job, I won't be home until 9:30 p.m.". She paused, and replied:

(Sarcastically) "Yeah, it must be really hard to be baller."

I asked her what baller meant and she replied "rich". I 'laughed' it off and left.

I hate that she thinks that my life is so damn easy and that she's been given the shitty hand.I

I almost retorted "it's not my fault I have no bills and no debt." I didn't, because I know it'd become a pity fight. She thinks that she needs all the shit she buys and that somehow she got roped into having debt.

I wish I could grab her around the neck like Homer grabs Bart and ring some sense into her. I hate that people think everything in my life has come so damn easy.

For her information,
My parents didn't give me anything for college. Not one cent. I paid for everything and made smart decisions, such as taking the bus (NOT having a car) and taking a year off (which earned me around $13,000). I also worked part time (usually around 20 hours a week) all the time. Yes, all the time, during school.

On a side note, I just heard on the radio that Heath Ledger died in his Manhattan apartment today. I'm midly shocked.... and curious to see what the cause was....