I keep getting flashbacks of the drunken mayhem from Saturday night… some random stranger raspberried my stomach thinking I was someone else. Fragments of a conversation about men’s underwear are coming back. I think I may have drunkenly called Terry “ma nigga.” I also think I offered to make out with someone, either Tanya, J Squared, Dee or possibly Laura. Wow. Note to self: lay off the tequila!

So I get into Sparky’s for work this morning, and the supervisor lady informs me that I’m going to have to come in on Saturday (!) at SIX FUCKING THIRTY A.M. for “safety training.” This is the day after I have to show up at NC at 7:30 a.m. on Friday to do inventory. I already have to figure out how I’m going to deal with both jobs on Friday, do I really want to get up with the sun on a weekend just to learn how to use a fire extinguisher? Then I have to work at NC at 3:00. I really really hate this 2-job thing. It’s not like I ever had a life or anything, but I’d really like to maybe think that I could have a life outside of working if I tried!

I love my job at NC, but working at Sparky’s is making me hate it, because I’m crabby and tired all the time. Oh well. I made my bed. If I hadn’t wanted to be poor and have to work 2 shit jobs, I should have tried harder not to get fired from Harvard in the first place! OK, I’ve learned my lesson, can I get on with my life now, please?