obliviousally_lj

Being home alone is a strange feeling. I don't remember the last time I've been home by myself. It's bizarre. I'm used to spending my weekends loafing around and fatting with Tony. But he works this weekend and then Monday we have some important errands and then he's back to work. I don't have class after Wednesday, due to Thanksgiving. But he's off on Thanksgiving and Black Friday, so that's nice.

I did modeling on Thursday. I both wish they'd call me more (I think it's just me and another girl, a professional art model, right now) and wish the class wasn't at 11AM. It's not like 11AM is early by any stretch, but I'm used to getting up at noon or 1PM to go to my classes.

I put in some applications while I was loafing around. Acme, Sheetz and Macy's, I think. I also have an application for Goodwill, because they're hiring right now. I'm almost tempted to call Walmart on Monday and say someone called me and try to force my way into an interview. Tony said they were calling people on Friday and people were declining interviews and I'm like FFS, I NEED A JOB, FUCKING GIVE ME AN INTERVIEW ALREADY.

Just like that. In all caps.

We'd just be doing SO much better if we were both working. I can take the bus to work all week when Tony's either working or sleeping in the mornings. I'm actually in a situation where I can get to and from where I need to go with little issue or inconvience and I CAN'T GET A JOB.

Christ.

So, aside from putting in applications, I've been making calls and trying to find the cards Tony gave me so I could call about his medication but I've no clue where they ran off to. Which is a pain in the ass. Otherwise, I'm cleaning the kitchen and trying to tidy things up before they get out of hand like they normally do.