at Fajita Willie's. yes, it's not exactly my first choice- but no one else would even give me an interview. and maybe after 6 months there i can go work at a nice restaurant and start bankin.
as it is, the manager (Rick?) said that $300/wk for 5 shifts is doable- but only if i work my ass off. he used "hustle" a lot. he talked to me like my dad, which kindof got on my nerves... but hey, the man wants to hire me. so i guess i'll take it.
meanwhile, i'm thinking- what if i go to CUNY Hunter after a year or so here? tuition is triple what im paying at community college, but maybe we'll have more money by then. or maybe i can get some scholarships, or maybe the FAFSA gods will have mercy on me for having a disabled mother and unemployed father, and not look at his previous 5 years of paychecks... ugh. we seriously got screwed for money.
**note to self- always, always, always keep a savings going. this poor shit isn't nearly as much fun as starving artists make it look- especialy when you're trying to set up a house. and maybe mom will have married herself off by then and moved to california. here's hopin'.
don't ya just hate it when you can't tell if someone thats into you a litle and you're into them is sincere? i'm dealing with that. right now. 2 people, actually- but mainly this guy that was working front desk at a hotel we stayed- he's supafine. 26. but... i just can't take him seriously? i dunno. i guess i need to go out with him and see what happens.
ima go play farkle, i'm up too late.
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