How I Spent My Summer Vacation
Jul. 6th, 2005 01:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
iamdamnloyalUgh. You know you would think that a young career minded girl wouldn't have a problem finding a job. But there are a whole mess of factors that everyone keeps reminding me of with every rejection phone call I get.
"You can only work nights."
"Your previous place of employment has been demolished."
"You won't do full frontal nu-"
Heh, okay so that one totally my fault, but I swear the guy was just gross. He had one of those weird 70's mustaches that I swear had to be fake. Either way I was not taking my clothes off for a radio job. I mean come on how dumb did he think I was? I mean I already had done the physical part of the interview! All those jumping jacks really killed my feet, and not to mention really scuffed up my Kate Spade shoes!
Yet here I am still. Flipping the pages of the classified ads trying to find something. Then when I find something trying to explain why my last known supervisor is gone, and my own histroy sort of isn't going to be on record anywhere. I mean you can't really do a background check on a dead girl, let alone call her boss who may or may not be around to comment on her work ethic now can you?
What is even worse is that I am totally back on human blood! I mean I was doing so good, with only those teeny slip-ups, but then that Hamilton. Ooh that Hamilton with his 'I need you to do me a favor.' and his, 'This sex doesn't mean anything.' I swear you would think he didn't have any feelings! Plus he got me all hooked on the human blood, which has become a rather annoying habit. I mean I would quit if I could. It has to be harder to quit than smoking. Which I should know, cause I totally was smoking when I was Buffy's arch enemy. Quitting smoking was totally hard. This will be even worse!
I don't kill people though, so that is good. Well I mean not that I couldn't if I wanted to, cause I totally could. I just think it is way too much work, when I can just go to the free clinic and 'borrow' some from the cute orderly.
Either way I have made a choice. I am so getting out of LA. I mean the job just isn't going to happen. I hate to admit failure, cause hello? I am so not a failure. But I do know that maybe LA just isn't truly ready for Harmony Kendall.
So I figure I will just take a little jaunt -ooh I like that word- across the ocean and all that and go on a trip. I mean Spike had promised me France and Paris and Rome and Champaign. Oh and I checked. Paris is totally not that far. I mean that stupid expedia site said it would only take me like a week to drive out there, and there is no ocean in that equation whatsoever. So I don't know why he was always so annoyed by it.
Either way I am going to try my luck in somewhere far away. Like one of those places Spike wouldn't take me. You know. Try to center myself or something. I mean I can totally survive on my own. I don't need this apartment that my old company is still paying for, which again totally not my fault. I mean the guy in accounting was sort of cute..
I can do this.
I am so going to Rome.
"You can only work nights."
"Your previous place of employment has been demolished."
"You won't do full frontal nu-"
Heh, okay so that one totally my fault, but I swear the guy was just gross. He had one of those weird 70's mustaches that I swear had to be fake. Either way I was not taking my clothes off for a radio job. I mean come on how dumb did he think I was? I mean I already had done the physical part of the interview! All those jumping jacks really killed my feet, and not to mention really scuffed up my Kate Spade shoes!
Yet here I am still. Flipping the pages of the classified ads trying to find something. Then when I find something trying to explain why my last known supervisor is gone, and my own histroy sort of isn't going to be on record anywhere. I mean you can't really do a background check on a dead girl, let alone call her boss who may or may not be around to comment on her work ethic now can you?
What is even worse is that I am totally back on human blood! I mean I was doing so good, with only those teeny slip-ups, but then that Hamilton. Ooh that Hamilton with his 'I need you to do me a favor.' and his, 'This sex doesn't mean anything.' I swear you would think he didn't have any feelings! Plus he got me all hooked on the human blood, which has become a rather annoying habit. I mean I would quit if I could. It has to be harder to quit than smoking. Which I should know, cause I totally was smoking when I was Buffy's arch enemy. Quitting smoking was totally hard. This will be even worse!
I don't kill people though, so that is good. Well I mean not that I couldn't if I wanted to, cause I totally could. I just think it is way too much work, when I can just go to the free clinic and 'borrow' some from the cute orderly.
Either way I have made a choice. I am so getting out of LA. I mean the job just isn't going to happen. I hate to admit failure, cause hello? I am so not a failure. But I do know that maybe LA just isn't truly ready for Harmony Kendall.
So I figure I will just take a little jaunt -ooh I like that word- across the ocean and all that and go on a trip. I mean Spike had promised me France and Paris and Rome and Champaign. Oh and I checked. Paris is totally not that far. I mean that stupid expedia site said it would only take me like a week to drive out there, and there is no ocean in that equation whatsoever. So I don't know why he was always so annoyed by it.
Either way I am going to try my luck in somewhere far away. Like one of those places Spike wouldn't take me. You know. Try to center myself or something. I mean I can totally survive on my own. I don't need this apartment that my old company is still paying for, which again totally not my fault. I mean the guy in accounting was sort of cute..
I can do this.
I am so going to Rome.
