So there has been a lot going on. I don’t really know that I’ve written about any of it, so I’m just going to write as I think of things. First I will start with my craptastic job and how it’s over. So very over. My las day was a week ago from Saturday. I was supposed to work Sunday 2-7, but Chontae (my craptastic boss) was there. She is supposed to open and close the first and last Sundays of the month, but she admittedly does not. She usually schedules me to come in and close so she can go do whatever. Well, I had my final case study in ICM Monday and a LOT to do for portfolio and my nonprofit class as well…plus Mom and Dad were here…so I called in and said, I’m sorry, it might be inconvenient, but I won’t be coming in today. She got mad and yelled at me and tried to make me feel like crap, which made me want to stay home even more. She told me that I quit that job a long time ago, which I agreed with, and that I was only thinking of myself, which I was, and that I knew I was going to do this before, which I did, blah, blah, blah. Then she wanted to know if I’d be there Tuesday or if I was going to do “this” to her again. I assured her I’d be there multiple times. Basically she hit the head on the nail while trying to belittle me and cut me down. Finally, when she took a break to breathe I told her, “Sorry, I’m not coming in. I have to go.” Then I went to brunch with Mom, Dad and Athena. From there we went home, Mom and Dad left and I set out on the homework.
Monday we had our ICM final case study which I feel like I did really well on, which scares me. I either did well or very poorly. I hope it’s that I did well. Maybe I just think I aced it and got one thing wrong which would have made it all wrong. That scares me. Either way I’m finished with ICM forever.
Tuesday I got all ready and went to work. I don’t know why I got dressed like I was going to actually work. As I was walking up I could tell the light was on, crap. When I looked in there was some guy counting the money and Chontae’s purse was on the cash wrap. I walked to the back where she was and said, I guess you don’t want me to work today? She said, “I’m just here to get your keys,” which were in my hand. I dropped them, turned around and walked out. On my way I said, you could have told me before. She said, “yeeeaahhh……sorry.” I said, “no you’re not,” to which she replied, “you’re right.” Then I called Mom and told her what happened. She reminded me that they had to pay me for that day since I’d put in my 2 weeks and they hadn’t fired me. If they fired me then they didn’t have to pay me for that day, but I could collect unemployment. I called Chontae, who was still there and told her I expected to be paid for today. She told me she thought I wasn’t going to show up for today, so she took whatever action she thought necessary to open the store. I called in on Sunday and therefore she didn’t have to pay me. She said everything she was doing was okayed by Lindsey (our DM) and that if I wanted to take it up with her I could. So, I called Lindsey and left her a message explaining what was going on. I didn’t hear back from her all day, so I called her again the next day and left another message asking for a return call to acknowledge mine. Shortly after, Chontae called me to tell me they’d pay me for Tuesday. Hah! Whore, I win!
Friday my final project for my Nonprofit class was due at noon. I’d spent all week, however, thinking about my copy for our Honda, Be.ez, and Palm Beach Tan ads. About 4 on Thursday I went to the lab to sit and work on my Nonprofit project, which I had already spent a little time on (and by that I mean I had done the first half of the project that was due in March, and I had sat down to talk with the woman from my company the week before) and really get it done. I wanted to be done by about midnight and 8 hours was plenty of time…until you add in a 2 hour Grey’s Anatomy, distractions, portfolio copy, and procrastination. I think I really got cranking about 2am. I took a nap on the couch for 2 hours (I planned to lay down for 30 mins and Valerie said she would wake me), then I went to move my car and get coffee. Then I got to cranking again. I finished a mediocre project about 12:05 and turned it in. I’m hoping for a B!
Friday I was supposed to start the day at 11 with some friends at Trudy’s north for 2 mexican martini’s. I missed that, so I planned to meet them at the Duck Tour of Austin about 1:45. They missed it because of the waiter at Trudy’s. I should have gone and done something to keep myself awake, but went home to take a short nap. I was supposed to meet them at Trudy’s Central for happy hour and 2 more Mexican Martini’s. I was woken up at 7pm by a phone call from a woman who wanted to buy my livingroom tables. I was so disoriented and thought it was Saturday morning. I couldn’t figure out why someone was calling me at 7am on a Saturday. Then I freaked out because the group doing the Trudy’s tour was going to see the 7pm showing of Spiderman…we already had tickets. I got up, told her I’d meet her at my place a little after 9 and sped to Barton Creek. I ended up sitting in the front row by myself, but I still saw the movie…which was quite cheesy. Then I left as soon as it was over, without seeing my friends to go home and meet her to sell my tables. They showed up, we moved them, and I headed down to Trudy’s South for 2 more Mexican Martini’s and some food. I had no makeup on, was still wearing the same thing I had put on at 6:15 Thursday morning, and was exhausted, but dammit, I wasn’t going to miss the whole day! I didn’t pay for one of my drinks…some random at the bar bought it. From Trudy’s we parted ways and I went home to PASS OUT.
Saturday morning I woke up at 6am and could NOT go back to sleep…what the heck?! I don’t sleep for 2 days and wake up after only 6 horus? I don’t get it! About 6:30 I got a drunk text from Vegas…and finally fell asleep about 15 minutes later. I got up at 11 when I had set my alarm to go off and had a pretty good Saturday. Got a lot done. Sold some things. All I have left to sell are my ficus tree and my couch/love seat. That evening was Becca and Justin’s couple’s shower. It was a good time full of BBQ, stories and alcohol. I stayed there for like 6 hours. I miss hanging out with her…it’s so good when I get to. It’s going to be even more hard from NY. Then that night I agreed to go with Matt to Hooter’s for some food and then downtown. I had no idea that at Hooter’s it was going to be 8 guys and myself. Good odds. Hehe. Anyway, we had a good time…and time with fried pickles is a good time.
Yesterday was spent in the lab…again working on copy. I think I’m finished though. Now we just need to print campaigns! My partner and I don’t for 2 of the campaigns don’t work well together and it’s frustrating. Yesterday she sent me a text she meant to send to someone else talking crap about me…nice. I’m just ready to be done. 3 more days. Then I have a bbq this weekend…then I’m leaving here on Sunday and flying to NY on Tuesday!! Still don’t have a job…but hopefully everyone from all my interviews wants me! Nervous, but can’t wait!