What He Said

Yes, let us.

While lots of other people seem to be actually getting jobs, I finally applied for my first ones today...after living here for four months. Um. Yeah. I'm that chick. Anyway. It feels friggin' great to have merely applied. Like it's a sure thing already. It's so not, but oh well. I applied for two jobs with the state - one with the Division of Family and Children Services in a Masters Level position entitled Social Services Protect and Placement Specialist - and the other with the Department of Juvenile Justice as a Probation and Parole Officer. I know that the latter of the two might seem like it would be somewhat beneath a Master's degree'd person, but I'm almost more jazzed about it than the other. Something about not being responsible for someone to positively change, but instead to just nail their ass to the wall when they screw up is really appealing to me. The kick in the pants part about it is that it doesn't even really require a bachelor's degree as long as you have experience; HOWEVER, there is hardly a difference in pay between it in the Master's position with DFCS. The world just loves its MSWs.

Speaking of productivity, I even shaved my legs yesterday. Which means I went to the gym. I am so pissed off that I let everything go that I worked so hard on last year. (I guess I fell off the wagon with Oprah.) I was really starting to get pretty toned. And I enjoyed it. It's just been so hard finding a new schedule, gym, environment, etc, as well as the motivation to actually go. I paid for two full months and never went. Yeah, I am so that person. Or I was. But no more. I am going again tomorrow and the next day, and so on. I hate not having energy and not wearing my clothes well anymore. Uggh. One negative about my return to the gym - I'm now a member at Gold's gym - is that somewhere in my two month plus absence, they stopped their towel service. I asked for one yesterday, and she told me that she didn't have them back there (behind the counter) anymore. I asked where they have them now, to which she told me that they don't have them anymore at all. It seems like she could have answered my initial question with that information, but whatever. I mumbled something about not having been in a while and walked off. I didn't think about it too much until later when I was at the library. I was returning David Sedaris's When You are Engulfed in Flames (great book - I soooo wish I could write like him) when I happened across a kiosk book return I had never seen before. It had a conveyor belt and a little touch screen, and when I put my book on it, it read the barcode, and gave me the option to print my reciept, to which I gave the appropriate touch to the screen to do so. It was then that I realized that my free library service has a super tricked out book return, and the fucking gym membership that I pay $50 a month for can't even give me a damn towel.