Oh, why don't I start trouble here first

jillianpie has volunteered to writhe around in Cherry Pie filling.
In a red, white and blue bikini.
DON'T let her tell you otherwise, I have witnesses.

I'm proud to be an American today.
(Should I forward this to NetGoth?)
What are we going to do to make this happen, people?

This just in

I just said
"I'm in for boob jiggling fun"

and it took me at least a minute to realize how bad that was.
I'm tired, this whole early Thursday thing isn't going to work for me. I think I'm going to try and ditch the early client (He only needs me like 12 hours a week anyway) and maybe fit my new client in today.

Today I work, have an interview-ish, mail some stuff, and do all the work I've been putting off for too long. And I must arrange my schedule for the next week/month.

Honestly, I don't need to be THIS busy.

My eyes survived the night, and I don't like being at Man Ray alone. Last night was TOO Much fun. I *heart* my friends.

But someone PLEASE tell that boy to pull his pants up. I don't know how long I can resist if he keeps wearing them like that. I could get annoyed enough to pull them DOWN.

Argh

I swear, my life right now is an odd parallel to depotmode's

I hate my "job" and want out. it hasn't even been a week. Mostly, I'm better than this job. He REFUSES to listen to me, and by noonish I'm SO hungry I'm ready to snap at him. I HAVE to buy some SlimFasts or SOMETHING - I have to have something in me in the morning. I'm pretty sure I've dropped some weight by eating ONCE a day, I'm getting home so late or so early then falling asleep that I don't have time to eat more than once. That's fucked up.

Ok anyway, why I want out. The last person REALLY effed up and neither he nor I understand the module I need to work in, to do BankRecs. I am probably spending most of tomorrow reversing entries. What I probably should have done was tried the thing I wanted to do, what would have doubled us up in entries in the dummy company, but NO he said it had been done, since there were the entries, but yet the entries are WRONG.

Ok no I'm not making sense. I think he needs someone with bigger hair to do this job. Someone who will actually TAKE all the time he's requiring of me to do the job. I am STARING at the walls, he's all about micromanagement, yet leaves me alone enough to drive me NUTS. He has all these reports that he's just "dropping" on me. I think I need to start writing up a procedures manual. The "procedures" he has? The prior person just cut and pasted form the help files. This doesn't help me in knowing HIS process.

BUT the real reason I want out - I have other offers up the WAZOO. Ones I WANT.

Like the one I went to today. They're one of those positive building skills places. They're VERY PERKY. I found my self "OHMIGAWD!"ing while I was there. I think I would have bounced even. And they like me. The two HOURS in traffic sucked the big one afterwards, but I'm going to plan around that. They are projecting about 4-6 hours a week, and don't care where the work gets done. But they want me to be "part of their family" and the attitude was so infectious! I felt seriously sugar shocked afterwards. *grins*

However the morning client puts a SERIOUS cramp in this. The hours SUCK. I want to extend my work hours by 2 hours on Monday and Wednesday, or maybe not at ALL, so I have Tuesdays and Thursdays free for other clients. And I get out early on Friday. I might have to get in earlier, at 9 instead of 10. I think that might just kill me.

The issue with this is that I have no time for my CPAs, and weekends don't work as worktime right now. I look to be GOINGOINGOING during the week then crashing on the weekends.

ON TOP of this - while in traffic I got a call from a CPA I'd sent my resume to. HE wants to see me, to see if we'd fit in some projects. ARGH! SOMETHING else I'd rather have than the job I have right now. if ONLY he'd let me cut down to 3 days a week. I could stomach going in at 9 Monday, Wednesday and Friday, if I can get an extra two hours to sleep on Thursday. Today KILLED me.

He just isn't jiving with my schedule. He isn't jiving with me. And I'm having to turn things down that ARE jiving with me. For a guy I really thought WOULDN'T hire me. It's rather early in the game, I really shouldn't be asking to change my schedule and that's EXACTLY what I have to do.

I went from no work, to annoyed due to too much work. But it's still not tax season - I can handle this and the MONEY will be worth it. I just have to suck it up. Maybe not go to ManRay a couple of weeks (well not in a row) and start going out on Fridays and Saturdays more often.

*sighs* I can't believe I think I should be quitting this job. There HAS to be a balance. but I'm feeling this was a mistake, like the client I had to quit last year. IT was just too much, although this one doesn't have the family squabbles and the computer sabotage. yee-ikes. I think if I can tell him "Look, I need Thursday for something else - can we do three days, every other day, for longer? Like 10 to 3, or 9 to 2? That way we know when I'll be in, and if there's nothing to do I walk out, and do my stuff.

Well, that said, I need to jet out to my storage unit and pay the bill. Then I'm stuck til Monday, probably Tuesday, possibly Wednesday. I have to bring up payday with the current client, I have to see if I can switch a day with a monthly meeting, and setup a trip to the Cape, on top of learning some stuff at my newest client.

I'm going to have to get up in the MORNING aren't I? *GAGS* Thank the GODS it's almost the weekend.

And these tights are killing me!I'm SO WARM in them, but I love the cute black tight look, with my short black skirt. I think a latte on the way home is in order. Hmmm, latte.

Tomorrow is work, shipping a package, and then I'm cleaning my room. I'm going to go through my closet and pull stuff out. the stuff I can wear to work and play is staying out on the bookcases for easy locating. I have to set aside other stuff for giveaways and sale. I'd like to put up a dozen things a weekend, one place or another.

Ok now I'm rambling. I'm taking off my tights *wheee* and going out.