These are the hands of fate

I love that I can watch youtube on my TV. Like, really. There's an hour long Halloween special with Tyler Oakley and Hannah Hart. And some other people. Daily Grace is dressed up by Not Impressed Makayla Maroney. It's great. This is pretty hilarious.

Anyway. I've done some serious thinking lately. I've talked about it tons of times, but now I'm actually taking steps to do it.

I hate my job. We all know that. Everyone knows that. The entire, ENTIRE reason I want to move to Sun Prairie is so I can transfer stores and keep my job and my profit sharing but get rid of my boss and assistant store leader. It's really sad that the only things I can talk to him about are football, wrestling, and video games. That's it. That's really pathetic. Anything else and I want to punch him in the face.

I'm not sure if or when I want to move. I do want to move because I'd be nice to get out of Point and do something new. It'd be nice because I can change my store and keep the company that doesn't totally suck balls.

I don't want to move because I don't have any money. I just got 1300 dollars today. And it's gone because of student loans. I need to get my finances stabilized before I move anywhere.

So we're not sure what to do. It's a dilemma. There's a lot of shit going on.

But. There are two things that are giving me slivers of light. One is entirely in my control. One is not.

The one that is not is that there is a chance, a small chance, that someone might come into our store and take my position so I can shift to a regular shift leader. This is out of my control entirely. But it's a sliver at the end of tunnel.

The one that IS in my control is that I'm going to try to start writing for our favorite humor-based list-formatted website. It's something that I've been thinking about for years, and I think I've mentioned it before. I've started the process of actually doing it. Obviously, it's not going to be overnight. I've been brainstorming pitch ideas and then I'm going to hit the workshop.

My hope, my dream, is that at some point maybe I can end up working and dealing with football. Or wrestling.

It's weird, because I've never had a goal before. I've never had any direction at all. I'm going to take my Sunday football spamming on facebook and turn it into a tumblr and (yet another) twitter account. I've been reading as much as I can about both football (not that I need to jam my brain with more shit) and reading more articles on Cracked. I'm trying to prep as much as possible before I dive in. And the funny thing is that I'm actually doing it. I'm actually taking steps to do it; not just talking about it.

So that's that. And we'll see what happens. My car is all winterized and amazing. I have some awesome stuff in my house and my cats are *knock on wood* getting along. I've been drinking a tad less lately... though I've been working more and my hours at work have been the epitome of erratic. Get this. Sunday 3a-8a. Monday 830a-3p. Tuesday 4a-2p. Wed 10a-7. Yeah, shit like that. Again.

So something's gotta give. We'll see what happens. The difference is that this time I'm actually coming up with ideas. Not just thinking about it. I'm making Sammy do it with me so I'm a little less likely to give up. It's helped.

Though, I may have just abandoned XPW. Again. What? It's not like my video games are going to play themselves. And I need to seriously purge the house because it looks like fuck. With the corner now being used by Sam and her stuff, I need to actually find places for things. This is dumb.

By the way, I just now, like a week ago, figured out your "I'll have my Wednesday in a cafe" tweet. Like, really. I'm an idiot. The sad part is that I've had that album for like, how many weeks now? Pathetic.

How are you, blog? I hope you had a good Thanksgiving.

I'm gonna go keep watching two hot girls and a gay on youtube on my TV. I could play video games and try to catch up but.. whatevs.

Heh, just wait until I set up my surround sound.

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