This Space For Rent

I have to stop thinking about London when I’m drunk. It’s not healthy. I just get all depressed. Which for me just means sitting quietly nursing a dark beer while my friends chat.

I went out last night with Stan, my Belgium roommate. We met up with his other Belgium friend and his (the friend’s) American girlfriend. She’s been to Europe, so between the three of them I started to hate America just a little bit again. Rrrgh.

Stan’s friend is the most bohemian person I have ever met. Not in a pretentious, beret-wearing, “look at how bohemian I am” kind of way. Just naturally. It was really odd. Nice guy, but it felt like he stepped out of a movie or something. I don’t understand how someone can smile with the corners of their mouth turned down, but it’s true.

Early, early ass yesterday morning my other roommate Adrian paid me to help him clean a boat engine. He works on pre-1950’s engines, mostly boat engines. He’s pretty much done with this big tugboat-turned-crusier he’s been working on, and he had me scrub off all the crud from this huge boat engine. It was actually kind of fun, and I need the money. And yes, I swabbed the deck. I refrained from saying “arrr!” the whole time, though. It was too early and cold.

I hate weekends when I’m trying to find a job. Another two days of no progress. I’m supposed to meet with another temp agency tomorrow, but I’m not sure. The one I’m already with said they can get me work next week as a greeter at a museum. Just stand at the door and look pretty. That shouldn’t be hard. I’m just not sure if I should make an hour’s trip up to see another recruiter. Not that I have anything better to do, mind you. I’m just lazy, and I don’t want to fill out more goddamn forms. Meh.

God willing, I’ll get a call halfway through from Utilikilts or the pet shop or somewhere saying I’m employed. Then I can tell the recruiter I’ve wasted both of our times, and he can sod off.

I think I’m still too bitter and hung over from last night. I’m gonna go sit in the hot tub and spare you all this blather.

Got nothing to do, so I’m posting.

Had my Utilikilts interview today. They are super keen folk, and the general sales manager is HOT. They stress the fact that the dozen-odd people who work there are a family, and they are only interesting in extending said family. They have parties, dinners, and “mom” cooks lunch every Tuesday. I’d get bumped up to $12 an hour after the first month. And I’d get to wear a kilt all day. The interview went really well, and I’ll find out next week. I. Want. This. Job.

Got a dinner party at my house tonight. I might skip it, though. I’m supposed to go out with an old friend. Actually, Autumn is one of the oldest friends. We grew up next door to each other. It’s funny, because when we were little we hated each other. She was a couple of years older, and the big sister of my best friend. She was kinda snotty, and I was a total brat (shocking, I know). But now we’re all grown up and we get along great. And she’s in Seattle.

Speaking of friends in Seattle, I remember this on named Amy Burton. I thought we were going to hang out while her boy was out of town, but apparently I’m not cool enough. Meh. (Just kidding, Amy. But call me, dammit!)

Moved into the new room yesterday. Nice place. Good folk. I’ve met them all now. Stan is from Belgium.

Found an old friend online today. Haven’t talked to Brandon since high school, but we were really close. We tried to keep in touch, but you know how it is. God bless the Intra-Web.

Right then. I hear banging downstairs, which means a roommate has returned. Hopefully with beer. Peace!

I found a place to live, and I’ll move in in the next day or two. Scope this: nice place, HUGE back yard, *hot tub*, and hella cool roommates. Adrian, the only one I’ve gotten to know at all, is trying to turn the place into an urban farm. He’s got chickens that give eggs, and a garden in the back yard. He said he planted 2200 bulbs of garlic this year. I’m not sure why, but it’s still cool. Oh, and all utilities are included in the rent, as well as high-speed WiFi. I’d be lost without my Intra-web.

I beat that Bronchitis down like the little bitch it is. Boo yah!

Still no job, though. Austin and I took the Seattle Center test for Intermittent Stage Hands, and passed with flying colors. As of January 19, we’ll start getting called to tech shows. Mostly just load-ins and light hangs/focuses, but it will be theatre work. At $23/hour. And I’ll be union. Local #15, baby.

I have my Utilikilts interview on Friday, and I’m applying for a job at a Pet Food Store. They don’t sell animals, just high-quality pet food. The advert asked for an animal lover, and wanted me to prove it. So I talked about growing up in the woods, having lots of different pets (dogs, birds, ducks, rats, a crow, an owl, snakes, etc etc). That seemed to do the trick. I’ll drop off the application tomorrow, and hope for the best. I just can’t be in a place that sells cats, what with the violent sneezing and all.

I’ll be quite glad to get out of Austin’s hair. He has another friend that has been staying here for over a month. Now there are three of us in this studio apartment. Austin is an insanely gracious host. I’m going to have to do something really cool for him. If y’all think of anything, let me know.

Right then. At the moment, I’m going to tidy up his living room. ‘Cause I’m nice like that.

w00t

Right. So I thought I might use this space after all. To rant. About things I don’t want my mother to read. Also, I want to harass your inboxes, assuming there is anyone out there who hasn’t turned that feature off.

I have Bronchitis. It sucks, but it’s healing. I’m tough, and I’ll be fine. I’m drinking fluids, taking expectorants, and feeling better. No sickness can take me, because I am strong like motherfucking bull!

Staying on Austin Garrison’s floor. Branson was right, it is pretty comfy. I have an interview on the 2nd to sell Utilikilts , which would be the funnest sales job I could think of. And I’d get to wear a kilt all day. And yes, I said “funnest.” Wanna fight about it?

Austin and I are both taking the test with the Seattle Center on Tuesday for their irregular hire list. That would be very good, and worth union points.

Right. Shower time.

Later, y’all!

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