Gangsta Mittens
Words combined to express thoughts. Pictures displayed to convey emotion. Opening my brain to the world.

I’ll go ahead and get the last one out of the way first. No, it ain’t me. It’s my niece. I’m toggling between joy, fear and jealousy. I sometimes wonder if all of “i hate babies” talk has in some way jinxed/doomed me to a childless existence. Then I think about alllll the other stuff I’ve talked shit about and realize that that probably isn’t the case. But yes, she’s having a baby and I wish her all the best.

I had my interview with the organization in Berkeley on Thursday. I have NO clue how it went. I mean I don’t think I said anything too off the wall or even remotely off the wall. The lady and I seemed to get along well enough and often, after I’d say something she’d say how that would be an asset to the org. I thought maybe that was an unconscious clue to me that I should do more to relate the answers to the org but then the direction changed so I didn’t get the chance.

I went to NY for the day today and walked my poor little feet off. I’m pretty achy right now but lord knows i needed the exercise. While I was there I got my other tragus pierced. The guy that did it was really cool and offered to show me several of his piercings…. Not in a perverted way… more in a “damnit i have my butt pierced and i need someone to see this shit” (no pun intended). I politely declined. I also politely declined when he asked me if i wanted to see some pics of him doing suspension work… ummm ewwwwww

I think that’s about all for me. I’ve decided to go ahead and accept the gig at the DOJ (no it wasn’t ever really a decision). I’m not looking forward to the background check but, hopefully, it’ll make things easier if I wind up back in the govt. Now, I’m gonna go soak my feet.

But i’m back now… kinda.

I admit I feel a bit obligated to make this entry but I want to, too…. kinda

At any rate, I’ve started going back to my therapist :-\

Did I mention I hate her? No, I don’t hate her but I need to look elsewhere. This week we spent more time than I had planned discussing how i’m getting old and how if i want to pop out some kids i should do it sooner rather than later. Although I already knew that the picture she painted was sooooo bleak. I’m bout to go get knocked up like tomorrow. So, yeah, I’m trying to reorganize my life (again) to see if a baby could be worked into this mix.

*insert LONG sigh here*

In other news I’ve got two possible AMAZING job opportunities. Like it’s scary to think what the next year of my life might be like. It could be pretty amazing though. There’s the government internship and then a summer associate position for this organization in Berkeley. So many possibilities. And I honestly plan to make the best of both. I wouldn’t be havin a baby by then so I see no reason to turn either down or anything else… for now. The next 12 – 20 months will be a mix of moving forward and getting ready for a possible new addition. Of course we’re still negotiating the new one. We’ll see what happens.

I wish i was in bed *RIGHT* now. Curled up and snoring loudly. I haven’t really rested in awhile and i’m starting to seriously consider renting a hotel room somewhere so that i may do so.

At about 7am the construction starts. My daily ritual is supposed to consist of my alarm going off at 650a followed by two taps of the snooze bar. By that second tap the jackhammers are already in full swing. 😦

In other news, I need a place to live. I spoke to my mom and she agreed that no one in my family really has room for me. She said if i got evicted I could stay there “a few days” but realistically I couldn’t stay anywhere long term (fyi, I am NOT about to get evicted. she just meant that in a dire situation i wouldn’t be on the street)

Hmmm my brain isn’t really working so i’ll stop typing now. I need to see if i can take a nap in the “employee wellness room”

© Ray Parker, Jr.