Friday, September 11, 2009

Day 35, Friday, September 4, 2009

Today was day two as a Confirmer at The List. Man, I don't like this job...at all. I just feel like such a lame for being back here again. I did decide to take a tour of the building we're housed in though. It's filled with various communications, technology, and design firms (small businesses). I figure at the very least I can possibly find an internship or something with one of them. I need to branch out and do something else. I can't see myself working part-time and living off $10 per hour at 20 hours per week for a whole year before Grad School. Nope. Can't see it at all...Please God, don't let that be the case (the PT job part, not the Grad School part! I wanna go to school!). At least this weekend is Labor Day, and my momma is supposed to bring Goldie, a 2001 Kia Rio (stick shift) this weekend.

My momma bought the car off of a co-worker for dirt cheap. Ironically, my mom got offended when I asked her about the condition of the car. Then she tried to throw up the loan she took out for me to go to Morehouse (I ended up transferring to Georgia State), as if one thing somehow had something to do with the other. Initially, it used to break my heart whenever she would do that. Now, I just sort of fade out of the conversation and think of other things. It's not because I don't respect her or anything like that, but I swear. That damn loan is like the splinters of the cross. It's EVERYWHERE. So at this point, whenever she brings it up, it has no effect...at all. Hey, I went to college, my mom took out a loan, and it didn't work out. But, at least I graduated, which was the end goal, right? So hey, I'm happy. And hopefully one day, I will be in a position to repay my mother's generosity. Maybe then she can stop bringing it up, lol!

Oh, and this weekend is Black Pride weekend here in Atlanta. I will be in the house! Lol, too many crowds. Plus, my broke behind can't even afford two packs of Kool-Aid, much less anything else! Lol!

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