The dislocated SPINE!

I need to find a new job.
On one hand Carlton isn't giving me any hours because they think I already have another job (what?).
On the other Sandra, at headcase, is CALLING ME AT HOME to bitch about me leaving the stapler on the counter. *shakes head* seriously? cuz I don't need that shit.
SO, I'm looking into some data entry positions, some reception positions. I'm aiming for an income from 12 to 15 an hour. I need to save for school and what not so that would really help. Getting paid seven bucks an hour just doesn't cut it. It pays for gas, food and a few minor incidentals. I need to get my car fixed, I can't afford to have a shitty job.

So, throw that stress on me and I have all the reason in the world to be able to legitimitly freakout, but I haven't. So thats good. Nervous energy is keeping me going for a lot of the time here, might not be sooo healthy, but I'm sure that there are marketing executive that live off of stress and don't have a heart attack until their at LEAST 30. I should be fine.

I need to go, and get ready for the doom that is work.
*dance dance*

O, speaking of which,we have the option for fire, or dancing tonight. I wonder which would be better. Espechially after my little realization about paul. *goes to her thinking spot* I'm sure it will come to me.