well, it's done.
after a long day of sitting totally by myself, dutifully tap-tap-tapping away on the keyboard, i told bossman that it wasn't working out for me. i guess he was very happy with how i was doing, and impressed with my amazing typing skills, and sad to hear that i wasn't going to stick around and be his partner. i felt like such a schmuck - after being alone all day with only the cats to meow at, i was very happy to talk to him; he was happy to be home after being on the run all day. we were both in good mood but i had to go and ruin it. it made me almost reconsider quitting, because i really like the guy and think he is a great person providing a great service... i just know that it's not for me. i am either done at the end of the week, or in two weeks if nobody takes the job right away.
back to square one. what now?
bought a book on how to write magazine articles. in case ya'll haven't noticed, i enjoy writing. i almost thought about studying that in college. then again, i thought about studying engineering, architecture, landscape architecture, art, and music in college so i guess that doesn't really mean much. ;) i don't think i'll ever have just ONE job for the rest of my life, unless it's a job that provides a variety of opportunities for me. i just get too bored too fast.
semi-related subject... so i had shown my cityworker friends some of the pictures i wanted to submit to the contest, and they of course wanted a copy for themselves. i was a bit hesitant but let them print up a spicy picture - not too revealing or anything, but still i have all this makeup on and cleavage everywhere - and i said DONT LET ANYONE FIND THIS! what happens? their boss finds it. the sexist boss that hates me (and i hate him). sometimes i want to punch tillman right in the MOUF. evil pigboss of course starts drilling tillman for answers and trying to see if i sent it over email. if i sent it over email then i'd get in trouble, see. but ah-ha! i did not do such a thing. rot in hell, pigboss.