This is the last worthless evening that you’ll have to spend
So with 725 visits to my name (literally) the hit counter has been officially reset. Hopefully now I’ll be able to get a better sense of who’s actually tuning in.
In other boring-ass news: I stayed up until five in the morning yesterday. What’s that about? At 10 p.m. I started reading a new book: Rodney Rothman’s Early Bird, which actually made me laugh out loud a couple of times. I’d finished the whole thing by 2:30 a.m. and tried to go to sleep, but ended up just lying in bed, thinking. About old people. I eventually got frustrated and started watching bad infomercials. Also about old people. I say again: What’s that about?
Every time I watch an infomercial I think of that Seinfeld bit about buying the knives that can cut through shoes. That’s me. Except I’ve never actually bought the knives. I WANT to buy the knives. I’m just too cheap. So I guess being a neurotic miser has benefits, right?
So for those of you who don’t know, I’ve left Dose. Yep. No more sweat shopping it for me. It’s a good thing and a bad thing at the same time. Or rather, it’s a good thing that happened in a bad way, but I have to admit, not having to wake up at 5 a.m. and scramble around like a maniac to find news stories that are ultimately butchered by assholes is pretty sweet. And within days of leaving I’d already sold a freelance story to Weekly Scoop magazine, so I have a feeling destitution is not in my future. Plus, even last night when I couldn’t sleep, I was a lot happier than when I was falling into bed dead tired before 10 p.m.
Apparently, if you want your life back, you just have to piss off the right people at the right time.
Can you stop the bum rush?
Jen
P.S. 2018-05-22: It’s heartbreaking to see my baby self putting on such a brave face when I was actually so upset about losing my job. I guess I was afraid that people would see me as a failure, but I also had (and perhaps have) a tendency to think that refusing to show hurt is a way of regaining power. Don’t let the bastards get you down? Never let them see you cry? Something like that.