Won't be around forever, girl

Hello friends I do apologize for going so long without an update but life has been... life.

About a week after I last posted in January, I quit the interior design job. The stress was insane for a stupid admin assistant/personal assistant position, and I couldn't take the condescending dickery anymore. Did I mention he asked me to come along with him to one of the apartments to meet a contractor and then proceeded to rip the contractor a new asshole with me wandering around the apartment thinking oh god oh god so awkward THIS IS SO AWKWARD? Because that happened.

Living in New York City is hard. Living in New York City unemployed? Really fucking hard. These last few months have been internal panic central. The writing job has helped, but not enough. Very much not enough. That's... about as much as I'll sum things up there.

But... I did recently just get another job. Starbucks. It's Starbucks. Third time rehired back at Starbucks as a shift supervisor. HA HA HA. Oh life. But hey. Steady paycheck and health insurance coming my way in a few months, so I really shouldn't complain.

I was calling around stores for available positions that were NOT in the midtown area (because that was my first mistake after moving to NYC) and just so happened to call a store that was in desperate need of partners. Well, that's not how it was offered to me, but after working there for over two weeks, that's the obvious reason. I gave my spiel at the interview and the manager was excited and told me so, and hired me on right away. Turns out they were very short staffed, and on top of that, the manager has been on jury duty ever since I started so a) not only have I not worked with her yet but b) I haven't even been set up in the system yet. Which means I can't clock in, clock out, do managerial stats, open the safe, get paid, etc. But apparently she should be back in this week.

And so far the store seems much, MUCH better than where I was before (which was near Rockefeller Center, urgh.) Most if not all of the shift supervisors are REALLY on point with getting shit done and getting shit done right, which was a huge issue I had at the Rockefeller store. So... it feels okay so far. I had a shift last week where I thought I did a poor job of managing, but when the assistant manager and I looked at the numbers, we were above target, and he said I did a great job so... hopefully I can only go up from there!

Sometimes I think about how much of a failure I feel like for not getting a ~grownup job and doing ~grownup work, but... I think I'm slowly coming to the realization that, as much as I'd love to be known as Sarah: Assistant Editor or whatever, jobs don't make me happy. (Or maybe I've yet to find a job that truly makes me happy?) They're means to an end of earning money so that I can DO the things that make me happy. Like maybe spending money on traveling or hot air ballooning or an amazing dinner is valued more to me than having a high-payed salaried job that consumes my life. Does that make sense? Is that silly? I should probably just hand in my adult card now.

My sister just visited the city for the past few days. Just dropped her off at the airport this morning, in fact. I was wonderful, minus the fact that I couldn't get days scheduled off while she was here. So I've been going nonstop since Tuesday - work, tourist stuff, work work work, hanging out, tourist stuff, walking walking. But it was really really great. I've been missing my family more and more lately. Fortunately I scored very cheap tickets to go home over Easter weekend, which is only 3 weeks away.

Other notables:

- My 27th birthday is in 10 days. Urgh. I don't even know how to feel about that.
- Was very, very lucky to see an advanced screening of Captain America: Winter Soldier last week and it was AMAAAAZIIIIING. Myself and friends already have tickets to see a marathon of the first Captain America and then the second one right after. So very excited.
- We've had a shit-ton of snow this winter and it's amazing and I love it, but I am also very excited for spring and all the flowers and things to do outside!

Also, um, yes, I still watch SPN and FUCK ME I AM SO EXCITED ABOUT THE MARK OF CAIN STORYLINE WITH DEAN NOT ONLY BECAUSE HE ACTUALLY GETS AN ARC BUT BECAUSE IT PUSHES ALL THE RIGHT BUTTONS FOR MEEEE. I could do 3489302 backflips. DON'T FUCK IT UP, WRITERS.

( Is it still necessary to cut for SPN spoilers? Doubtful, but HERE YOU GO )

In other news, I'm moving. I'm finally going to do it. I've only waffled about it for the last three years, but barring any unforeseen disaster, I'm moving to New York City on April 13th.

The plan is thus: I'm not taking my car, nor any furniture. I'm probably going to pack three huge suitcases with all my stuff, and fly up. Hopefully I can find some couch to crash on for a little bit (good thing couchsurfing.com exists, ha), and in the meantime, I'll be looking for a long term room to rent. I've already been looking quite extensively for the past few months in the area that I want, so I have a good idea of what I'm looking for. What I'm really worried about is not being able to find what I'm looking for in the short window that I need it. I very very much need a place that's clean and quiet (especially after the fiasco of living in Orlando), and, since I'm taking no furniture, some place that's at least furnished with a bed and a dresser. And, of course, the cost. So. Yeah. I'm pretty stressed about it. So far I've had one legit conversation with someone about a room after placing an ad on craigslist, so, we'll see.

I also know I'm going to get crazy homesick, and I'm not looking forward to it. ;___; Pretty much all of my friends are being really supportive and saying I'd be dumb NOT to go, since I'll be turning 26 a few days before I leave, and this is really the best time in my life to do it. I won't miss Florida, but I have a lot of roots here. Fortunately, though, my parents are working as fast as they can to fix up our house and put it on the market and move up to north Georgia. Even though I'll miss my house of 25+ years, it'll be easier to deal with knowing that my parents will be starting out in a new place as well.

As for my job, I'll be transferring to a Starbucks up there, staying for hopefully no more than six months, and then finding a big girl job. Like, in publishing and editing, if I'm lucky. I'll cross that bridge when I come to it, though.

So. LESS THAN TWO MONTHS. I have so much to doooo.

( Death's Door )

Yesterday at work I was weirdly dizzy, and of course today I woke up with a sore throat and stuffy nose, ugh. I haven't been sick since two Christmases ago, so I guess I was due. I can't tell yet if it's a head cold or just a sinus infection, but either way I feel pretty gross. Even more so knowing that I have to open at work with long shifts tomorrow and Monday. :c

( Oh hai director Ackles. )

Urgh, this is the second week in a row I'm working 35+ hours, six days in a row. I'm ecstatic to have a paycheck again (like I had today, first one since late June!), but really. Urgh.

GDI I told myself I wouldn't this season because no one really gives two fucks BUT OKAY WHATEVER ( I MAY HAVE SOME LOUD FEELINGS )

ANYWAY I'll just be in my corner over here gahgdlksfjffffffffff

Oh God oh God I finally was able to watch the SPN finale ( OH GOD )

Happyfuntimes at Disney World and Islands of Adventure/Wizarding World of Harry Potter this weekend with memphis86 was EXTREME HAPPYFUNTIMES. I shrieked myself hoarse on the rides, and now sound like those sorority girls that would come into the Starbucks I worked at who would go on three day smoking/drinking binges to purposefully liiiiike ohmigod give themselves ~the sultry voice~. Also I am sad that I no longer have butterbeer and pumpkin juice at my disposal. ;___;

The idea of going back to work tomorrow honestly makes me want to cry. Quitting: it will be happening soon. No really.

An observation from someone who attended the 2006 Paleyfest for Supernatural:

So we're waiting in line at the Paley Festival, and I'm coming out of the men's room (which is a rather hard-to-spot door) and there's this high-pitched shrieking coming from my right beyond the ropes, so I'm turning left and looking right, and walk right into a guy who's looking to his left, and our belt buckles clink, and there's a potted plant on one side and a wall of security guards on the other (with their backs to us) so nowhere to go and I see this poor guy looking quite unhappy (the wrinkled forehead, the tightness around the eyes, not breathing) and I think 'Hm, Ackles is six foot exactly, so there' because we're exactly the same height and he's got this miserable expression that says 'please don't be a freak please don't be a freak' and I step into the potted plant to let him past, and he nods in thanks, but security is in 'protect the Pretty' mode and now he can't get past them either, (I scared them, coming out of nowhere) and his eyes are darting around and the shrieking (you know who you are, DeanGirls) was causing little birds to fall dead from the trees for blocks around and he was looking more uncomfortable and then (this is the part you'll think I'm inventing but hand on my heart) he suddenly exhaled, and the tension around his eyes relaxed a bit, so evident that I turned to see what had caused this. About thirty feet ahead was the photography backdrop area, lights and cameras and fans and reporters and Jared and he slid between me and the guards and Padalecki had a microphone in his face, and smiling at the reporter, but his eyes were on Ackles coming towards him.

Dean guards Sam. Jared guards Jensen.

Here, have a gif of Jared wiping his sweat on Jensen to finish you off.



Ironically, I must also thank popmusicjunkie for the tinhat LJ gift. :D