Part Time Jobs

So, a couple of weeks ago I referenced a work project that was taking up all my free time. That is just about done, which is good. But now that I’ll have a reasonable amount of free time again, I really need to look into part time work. I would like more money.

I’m trying to figure out what kind of part time work I could do…considering I have very few skills and generally hate being around people.

I'm not above it, y'all.

My self control isn’t great. Ok, so I would need to avoid anywhere that served French fries. Maybe I could work at a bar!

Yes, that is a Scrubs reference.

Ok, so I’d need to avoid alcohol serving establishments as well. I need to keep working on this one.

What about you guys? Do you have part time jobs? Or ideas for a simple blogger who is good at sitting and cuddling cats and not too much else?

How to Ask for a Raise

So, as I have explained before, I’m relatively poor.  I work at a nonprofit in a sketchyish area. Money is tight there, but there’s been rumors of some possibly chance of some raises this year maybe possibly.  And I want one, you guys. I played a part in a project that recently had a good outcome, so now is the time to strike.

But I’m awkward, so this whole asking for a raise thing will surely be awkward as well. I figure I could go about it some different ways:

  

Beg. Puppy dog eyes. More begging.

This vomit-inducing episode, remember? Ick. Anyhoo, gray-mailing (it’s not quite blackmail). Probably not the best idea.

Good strategy, bad execution. May have just convinced bosses that I mess around on facebook all day. Also hysterical screaming = not good.

Will only work if bosses appreciate 90s movie references. They do not .

Risky strategy. But if it fails, consolation prize: lots of cats.

Have you guys ever asked for a raise? Did it go terribly? Share your stories!

Apartment Hunting Sucks.

Ugh. As you may recall from the other week, I’m slightly depressed about my predicament, where apartment hunting is kind of like this:

 My mom came to visit last week, and we checked out some apartments together.

It did NOT go well. Let me illustrate this to you in chart form.

Or maybe you’d rather see it this way:

Eventually it became like this:

I saw Boyfriend, and he tried to comfort me. Kind of:

I really do not want a roommate.

Yes, I let Boyfriend keep his testicles. Needless to say, I’m still looking for somewhere to live. Yes, it’s stressful. Sigh.

This Post is Short Because I’m Poor and it’s Sad

Hi all! So as the title says, this is a quick one. Mostly because my lease is going to be up in a few months, so I’ve been apartment hunting online a lot. Then I get really depressed at what I can afford so I drink and then I torture myself by continuing to apartment hunt even though I should stop and just watch more Showtime on Boyfriend’s account (Shameless? House of Lies? HOMELAND? It’s magical).

Anyway, you know those internet memes going around that say “A job you love. Money. A social life. Pick two.” ?

Well, this is my life:

Yep.

On a less depressing note, Boyfriend is going to contribute a little bit to an upcoming post next week! YAAAAAY! 


And on a DARD related note, MeandMyThinkingCap  interviewed Ducky last night! Check it out here.

And if you need more Gia, follow me on twitter. Or google+, which I only very recently started paying attention to. Womp womp.

Have a great weekend everyone! I'll be drinking crying drinking AND crying googling apartments while feeling sorry for myself looking at videos of kittens yawning on youtube.

One Day I Hope to Own a Cat

So, I’m sure it’s no surprise to you that I want a cat. My sister has two kitties, and I love them even when they’re total bitches. However, I’m sure some of you are wondering why I don’t currently have one, especially because I work in a city that is filled with feral cats and honestly with a little tuna I think I could convince one to get in my car. Yeah, they’re all pretty whorey with their kitty STDs, but that doesn’t mean they don’t deserve love. 

No one teaches cats Stranger Danger.

Also, you some of you guys offered up your own cats to me on twitter, which is awesome. But also makes me wonder why you want to get rid of these little balls of fluff. Are they secretly criminal masterminds? No, right?

Anyway, for now I just read kitty blogs and keep hoping. Here  are some reasons why I don’t have a cat yet:

My Lease Says "No Pets" 

I plan on moving out when my lease is up, so that might take care of that one.

Money

I know I know, cats are cheap. Cheaper than dogs and babies for sure. But there are still some kitty expenses:

• Monthly rent with pets can go up 30-50 bucks in this area
• Kitty food
• Kitty litter
• Adorable kitty toys
• Vet bills when kitty chooses to ignore kitty toys for household products

Anyhoo, money is tight, and a cat is a commitment. You cant just feed them ramen noodles, right? 

Allergies

Oh yeah, I may be slightly allergic to cats. I didn’t have one growing up, and a few years ago I got my sister cats for her birthday. Now after I hang out with them/force them to cuddle with me, my eyes itch a lot.  And I feel kinda crappy when I go home, but not sure if that is just kitty allergies or going home. 

So yeah. No kitty for Gia yet. 

Nope.

But once I move out, somehow manage to make more money, and decide “fuck allergies,” I’m totally gonna steal me a kitty. 


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On another note, guess who has two thumbs and got tagged in another question thingy? *points to self* THIS GIRL. Boo-yah! This one is from Handflapper, who is super awesome not only because she complimented my popcorn spoon idea. Here we go:



1. What is your most irrational, ridiculous fear and in what way, if any, does this interfere with your daily activities?
I feel like you designed this question with me in mind. How do I pick one? Zombie, demons, ninjas who want to break in my home...the list is endless. It doesn't interfere with my life because my craziness is just who I am.


2. Have you ever had head lice, and if yes, when?
NOPE! I'm proud of this one.


3. Picard or Kirk, and why? And if you don’t know what I’m talking about, you should. Shame on you.
I had to google this. No comment.


4. How often, ever if, do you sweep/vacuum your floors?
Hahhahah...no clue. Like once a month? I'm dirty. I don't know how Boyfriend puts up with it.


5. What is the scariest movie you have ever seen?
Hook. It gave me crazy bad nightmares as a kid. (Oh, you mean as an adult? Dunno. The Ring?)


6. What is the worst movie you have ever seen? (I love both scary and poorly made movies with all my heart.)
Hmmm...I dunno if its WORST, but Midnight in Paris is certainly up there.


7. Have you ever peed in the shower? HONEST ANSWERS ONLY.
I'm not going to answer that but I'll tell you this story: apparently, one time when I was a little kid and my sister and I were taking a bath together, I pooed in the tub. I was not only enough to remember, but she was. I enjoy knowing this happened.


8. What is it about coffee that you people like so much?
It's the sweet sweet nectar of the gods and I am totally addicted to it. Mmmm...coffee.


9. Would you rather have a cupcake or a real, honest-to-goodness as-god-intended-it piece of cake? Think carefully before answering. I’ll totally judge you if you say cupcake.
I've never felt so self conscious about liking cupcakes before.


10. How many Jeremy London movies have you seen, and for god’s sake, why?
Who?


11. Can you recommend any hardy menstruating prostitutes for a Bigfoot expedition?

No. Boyfriend would probably volunteer me for the role. Luckily, he is not answering this. 

Whew! Those were tough! Have a great weekend everyone, I'll see you on Twitter!

Lessons from My Eye Doctor

So, as I’ve blogged about before, I have terrible eyesight. My very exciting eye doctor appointment was last Tuesday! WOOHOO! So, here are some things I learned:

1. The EYE DOCTOR should have a very large and clear sign outside their building. Because it was dark and raining and on a road that had a ton of office buildings. And guess what?  I couldn’t figure out which building it was. 

Oh yeah, that's totally clear.

Also, when you walk into a building, the address should be CLEARLY labeled somewhere. Because I walked into the wrong building. And I didn’t know that because the address wasn’t ANYWHERE. So I found a suite where there was a woman behind a desk, so I proceeded to try to open the glass doors, but they were locked.  Holy embarrassing. Two businessmen came out and asked if they could help me, and I had to ask what building I was in.  Cringe. Oh, and by the time I got to the right building, I was late. And I hate being late. Because I’m crazy.

2. Fancy private eye doctors are no better than Walmart. Seriously. I hadn’t been to a real eye doc since I was a kid, so I guess I didn’t really remember that its all the EXACT same thing. I read some letters, they did the whole “is this better, or this?” and they told me my prescription hasn’t changed. Bam! The homeless guy standing outside of my work could do that. Except they charged twice as much. So, there’s that.

Also, they don’t make the letters big enough. Honestly, without my glasses on, I couldn’t even see there was a letter there. At first it looked like this:

Seriously, WTF is that?

So they had to let me use my glasses to see anything at all.

Oh, I see. Assholes.

3. Holy shit is it hard to pick out glasses by yourself. So even though my prescription didn’t change, my current lenses are chipped and awful, so I needed new glasses. The consultant they had was nice and helpful, but there are SO MANY glasses. Seriously. My head was spinning. 

Too retro

 

Too round

Too square

Ad nauseum.

Unfortunately, the first three frames I narrowed it down to were WAY too expensive, so I made her find me two cheaper pairs. They were very similar - one brown and one black. Easy right?

 

Nope.

After agonizing over this decision (I’m poor, I’m not buying glasses again in a looong time), I finally went with the black ones

Once you go black...

And then I went home and immediately second guessed myself.

They take a week or so to come in, and I’m anxiously waiting, because A) I want them and B) I’m not great at describing them. They're black and retangularish. But I did look at someone and realize they had pretty exactly the glasses. Who want that, you ask?

  

Boyfriend.

Someone please tell me matching glasses are cute.