No school, no job.. so now I’m gonna blog about my cat? Cool.

It’s all done.

97 days of summer vacations to go.  And then I’m in Manhattan.




*squeeze eyes shut*

I submitted my final 3 essays for my English class 17 minutes ago.  Since then I’ve been digesting the fact I have nothing to do…

I quit Coach.

I’m applying for new jobs.  I got one as a barista at a juice bar and ice cream shop.  I’m looking at waitressing elsewhere too.  The yacht club fell through because when he hired me apparently he didn’t actually hire me?

Da fuuuu?

Well, apparently when someone tells you a starting salary and you quit your job they can change that number at any time.  They can also change you from being a waitress to being a hostess.  They can also make you interview a second time, if they’re really annoying.

They can then unprofessionally walk out of the room and up the stairs if you say “I’m sorry, but I can’t accept that.  I was under the impression I would be making x amount.”

I’m not taking this personally though.. I would just recommend not going to the Youngstown Yacht Club even if your life depended on it.

Well, whatever.  On to bigger and better things.  I wouldn’t want to work for people that operate like that anyways.  And I’ve learned that now I need get everything in writing.

I turned in an application/had a mini interview on saturday with another place called the Bistro.  So here is hoping.

Pardon me, I have to go stop my cat from eating a bowl of Lucky Charms.

And a bowl of popcorn.

We left Clementine home today and God knows what he got into.  I’m honestly SHOCKED the house is still in one piece, and I haven’t noticed any new war wounds on him.

He’s the kind of cat that would throw a party.. ya know?

I’m seriously considering buying him a binkie/nunu whatever people call those chewie baby things. He wont stop biting my nose while I’m sleeping.


Sorry I have to cut this blog post short, Clementine just bit the head off of a Jesus statue.


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