I’m quitting my evening job. My last day is the 22nd, but this week will be my last. I said end of summer, but opportunities have come up and I need to make time for them, so farewell Subway-for-pescatarians. I’m telling all my favorite customers I’m leaving and, if they want to continue seeing me, to come visit me at my new job. I’ll get tipped out well and my boss is cool and doesn’t insinuate his interest in me all the time. My friends facepalm when I tell them the things my increasingly weird ex-boss has said to me and I have to remind them my threshold for creepiness is pretty high.
But really, I’m happy. My new job is going well and I got an internship at an art gallery, where I can sit and rub elbows with rich Chinese kids and my #cutecurator #Libraunnie every Saturday for a few hours. I started the internship this weekend and am already feeling the creative glow up. I went to Identity LA afterwards and caught a rapper I went to school with before his set. I introduced myself and said we went to the same high school. He was shook because he didn’t recognize me and he was a popular Asian guy who probably knew all the other Asian people… except me, because I was antisocial as hell in high school.
Then, like a dumbass, I asked for his number. What I meant to do was ask for his contact information, but when you’ve known someone since they were in high school – kind of – you don’t consider they glowed up, have a team, and don’t give their number out all willy nilly. Good job, self. I did get an email though, so that’s about to go out.
Okay, to be honest guys, I started this post on Monday and now it’s Thursday.
And since that last sentence, it’s now Sunday. Yikes. It’s been a week.
My actual last day at the fish job was the 15th. Weird ex-boss’s brother and I agreed it would be best for me to leave at the end of the pay period. I was very happy. It’s only been five days since I’ve left and it couldn’t be further from my mind. The only thing I wonder about is my coworker who tried holding my hand one night, then started distancing himself. Why are boys so complicated? Are you into it or aren’t you? Because if you’re not, don’t show me affection.
On Friday I had The Best Meeting of My Life. On Saturday I interned at the gallery and watered my art hoe tendencies. I’m not as pretentious as lots of people around art, but you know what… that’s because I am art. Oh fuck. I guess I am as pretentious.
I am posting this on a Monday night. The Sen Morimoto album Cannonball! is on repeat. Sorry I haven’t been writing as much. I’m getting back into a rhythm this week, so I’ll be back. At this point, everything that’s happened would be too much to write about and I’ve told anyone who needs to know all the happenings, the happenings. Let’s move on.
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