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thirteenrocksTonight, I was supposed to be performing in La Crosse, and the drag show "Babes in boyland 4 at players. Instead, I choose to work on my unit. This brings up more issues than tissues of klenex. First and foremost, I know there will be some drama regarding my "no show" and my 1,000's of adoring fans upsett that I wasn't there, however, I have to pay my rent. I have to work, to earn a living. Calling in sick (which was an option) would result in future ramifications of my actions (my eval is dec 29th), and isn't solving anything, resulting in low pay for that payperiod (i.e. my pto, would not have my shift dif, weekend dif, ect on it). Doing drag, doesn't pay the bills. True, I would of made some nice cold american cash in tips, it wouldn't be as much as my nursing job. It was a tough choice to make, but I had to choose, what my life/career is, and that is nursing.
Despite the fact, I got 4 new cd's today, and new songs I would of DIED to have tried out.
NOTE TO SELF
DO NOT attempt to go out to wal-mart or the mall 2 weeks before Christmas.
GHOSTS: Ran into Peggy from Viterbo. Will these ghosts ever stop haunting me? She was one of the wierder non-trads who was in the chemistry class opposite of me, she also worked alot in A and P. Wierd person, heart of gold.
Awhile ago, my apt bulding was sold. It kind of just happened without any real notice to any of the tennants. Not like it was a massage change or anything (Rent didn't go up, ect), yet new owners non-the-less. Signs were posted shortly after that there would be a "walk" through each apartment on a certain day. again, No PROBLEM. I got off work on this morning, crawled into bed, and was awoken about 10:00 a.m. My apt was overcrowded by 10 people, who did a walk through, and then left, and I went back to sleep. During this time of my life, my apt was the poster child for the department of health. IT was a PIT. There was just a little walking spot from the front door to the bedroom, and one to the kitchen. I had shit EVERYWHERE. I was trying to get ready for Miss Gay WI, and had drag stuff all over, been working and with school, it just piled up where it lay. No big deal, my apt, my mess, I just wasn't planning on 10 people to storm through my apt on a given day...
Every wonder what certian people think of you, especially strangers? Well, its funny how things work out...isn't it...Bridget is a nurse on my unit. She was out with her Husband, and friends one night, when something was said about Ginger (the spice) that lead to Ginger Snapp (ME), as told by Bridget, to thier friends telling them this story
He said that he bought this apt buildng and went through this walk through, to check out all the apartments. One of the apartments was a mess, and there were large pumps in there--womens pumps that were huge. He also stated there were wigs, and clothes all over. When they came into the apt, the expected a girl to come out, and it was just this one guy, who works night shifts. They quickly figured that this guy was the only one living there, and that this could, and probably was, his stuff. THey didn't know if he was a cross dresser, or not. Bridget started to laugh ,as she knew the building and knew what building I lived in, and put two-two together, and started to laugh. Ah little ole me.
Starting Monday, I am going to stalk the post man. What is fucking up with the US fucking post office. I have sent out 35 (count 'em) THIRTY-FIVE fucking X-mas cards, and have recieved 3. THREE. Not even a THIRD of the ones I sent out. Not only have I not gotten my X-mas cards, but no fucking ebay packages, no newspaper, shit. The last two days, I got 2 fucking bills and one fucking letter. what the fuck!
Despite the fact, I got 4 new cd's today, and new songs I would of DIED to have tried out.
NOTE TO SELF
DO NOT attempt to go out to wal-mart or the mall 2 weeks before Christmas.
GHOSTS: Ran into Peggy from Viterbo. Will these ghosts ever stop haunting me? She was one of the wierder non-trads who was in the chemistry class opposite of me, she also worked alot in A and P. Wierd person, heart of gold.
Awhile ago, my apt bulding was sold. It kind of just happened without any real notice to any of the tennants. Not like it was a massage change or anything (Rent didn't go up, ect), yet new owners non-the-less. Signs were posted shortly after that there would be a "walk" through each apartment on a certain day. again, No PROBLEM. I got off work on this morning, crawled into bed, and was awoken about 10:00 a.m. My apt was overcrowded by 10 people, who did a walk through, and then left, and I went back to sleep. During this time of my life, my apt was the poster child for the department of health. IT was a PIT. There was just a little walking spot from the front door to the bedroom, and one to the kitchen. I had shit EVERYWHERE. I was trying to get ready for Miss Gay WI, and had drag stuff all over, been working and with school, it just piled up where it lay. No big deal, my apt, my mess, I just wasn't planning on 10 people to storm through my apt on a given day...
Every wonder what certian people think of you, especially strangers? Well, its funny how things work out...isn't it...Bridget is a nurse on my unit. She was out with her Husband, and friends one night, when something was said about Ginger (the spice) that lead to Ginger Snapp (ME), as told by Bridget, to thier friends telling them this story
He said that he bought this apt buildng and went through this walk through, to check out all the apartments. One of the apartments was a mess, and there were large pumps in there--womens pumps that were huge. He also stated there were wigs, and clothes all over. When they came into the apt, the expected a girl to come out, and it was just this one guy, who works night shifts. They quickly figured that this guy was the only one living there, and that this could, and probably was, his stuff. THey didn't know if he was a cross dresser, or not. Bridget started to laugh ,as she knew the building and knew what building I lived in, and put two-two together, and started to laugh. Ah little ole me.
Starting Monday, I am going to stalk the post man. What is fucking up with the US fucking post office. I have sent out 35 (count 'em) THIRTY-FIVE fucking X-mas cards, and have recieved 3. THREE. Not even a THIRD of the ones I sent out. Not only have I not gotten my X-mas cards, but no fucking ebay packages, no newspaper, shit. The last two days, I got 2 fucking bills and one fucking letter. what the fuck!
