Stuffy Doll

I finally have a real job, well, sort of. I’m going to be working at a "pop-up" Toys R Us in the mall from September-January. So, basically it’s a seasonal thing. I’ll be selling toys, actual toys, not adult ones. It’s only 10-12 hours a week though, so the search for a real job continues.

I had a weird interview yesterday with some dude who owns an estate sale business. Basically, you sell crap from estates or stuff people don’t want, after cleaning it and moving it and all that sort of grunt work. He didn’t even go over the specifics of the job until probably 45 minutes into the interview. Before that it was talking about random stuff, my background, and his apparent amazement that I’ve been getting interviews with the economy the way it is. There was even a bit about him becoming a born-again Christian, but he didn’t like, bible thump me or anything, so it’s all good. It seemed like it went well, I’m supposed to get a call Tuesday. Before that I got a haircut, which was after I did a drug test for Harry and David, which is a local company that makes/sells chocolates and other gourmet-ish stuff. They employ a lot of people, and a lot of those people are, well, goons from what I’ve heard, so I assume my odds of getting something there are good. A call center position would be badass.

I’ve got three interviews next week, two at cell phone retailers and one at Sears. I feel confident about Sears, as Kayla is pulling super hard to try and get me in there. I’ve also got a new haircut and some better clothes for interviews. I dropped off some apps yesterday, so maybe something will come from that, but it’s doubtful. Anyway, things are coming along somewhat. Now I just need to find a place to live, and soon.

Supposedly I can go over and get my stuff from James tomorrow. If it happens, well, once it’s in my personage, I’m going to tell him to eff off. Metaphorically, of course. Well, maybe not metaphorically. I got some email about my eBay/paypal email being changed, and I by chance ran into him at Best Buy, where he nervously explained it. So he thinks he can blackball me and kick me out, but I’ll still let him use paypal and eBay accounts that are in my name, with the paypal having all my bank account information available? Nothanks. It needs to end. It’s been nice having someone to hate for the first time in a while, but I’m simply not who I used to be. I don’t live off of spite and venom. I live off, well, nothing. Empitness and logic.

Going to Eugene to watch the Roller Derby championship there tonight. We’re just going as spectators, so I have to pay to get in(d’oh!), but I have a little money for now, so it’s worth it. It will be nice to be able to observe a bout without having to help out. And of course, if I get a chance to talk any single and attractive Derby ladies, well, that’s a bonus. There’s one that I like…as in, she paid attention to me while drunk at a party last weekend, and then acknowledged my presence when not-drunk at the next practice, and she’s fairly attractive, therefore she earns my attention. No expectations. Maybe I should have some. I feel like I’m a realistic, but really, most realists are pessimists in optimists’ clothing. Perhaps I doom myself by expecting nothing. As nice as it is pretending that being single is 100% awesome, it’s only like, 90% awesome. There’s still that 10% that longs for the intimacy I’ve never known. I want to know what love is, to quote Foreigner. Well, maybe not. Anyway, there’s an urge to want someone that I will smother and ignore for as long as I can before it overtakes me and I throw myself out there, risks of getting my shriveled heart broken and all.