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raybearInstead of giving two weeks notice like Sandra Bullock and Hugh Grant, I'm putting in a vacation request for a full week near the end of July. This time-off will possibly be used to go to New York, otherwise it will be used for apartment and job search. I was hesitant to use any more vacation days, wanting to save them for that final paycheck, but then I think that if I actually have another paycheck to go to, it's not as critical.
This determination came after talking aloud yesterday afternoon after the matinee of Charlie's Angels where I had the sudden realization that "I want to do something bold, not stupid."
Though I suppose there's still time to do both.
Pride weekend was more enjoyable than I expected, in part because of non-oppressive weather as well as low-key social activities rather than high-energy crazed parties, usually involving fabulous livejournal people. Though I suppose Friday night's Kings show was a bit crazy. Not necessarily in a good way. My stage debut perhaps went well though it's hard for me to know since I was all hyped up on adrenaline and rage. Since I finally put the lady down I'm not really interested in picking her up right now for the sake of a journal entry, especially when I'm just planning on resolving it the next time I get a phone call to DJ.
I had a fabulous time last night visiting with two friends from college, one of whom I haven't seen in three years since she left for Senegal for her Peace Corps tour of duty. We stayed up late showing off picutres and chatting, so now I must go caffeinate to supplement my paltry six hours sleep.
This determination came after talking aloud yesterday afternoon after the matinee of Charlie's Angels where I had the sudden realization that "I want to do something bold, not stupid."
Though I suppose there's still time to do both.
Pride weekend was more enjoyable than I expected, in part because of non-oppressive weather as well as low-key social activities rather than high-energy crazed parties, usually involving fabulous livejournal people. Though I suppose Friday night's Kings show was a bit crazy. Not necessarily in a good way. My stage debut perhaps went well though it's hard for me to know since I was all hyped up on adrenaline and rage. Since I finally put the lady down I'm not really interested in picking her up right now for the sake of a journal entry, especially when I'm just planning on resolving it the next time I get a phone call to DJ.
I had a fabulous time last night visiting with two friends from college, one of whom I haven't seen in three years since she left for Senegal for her Peace Corps tour of duty. We stayed up late showing off picutres and chatting, so now I must go caffeinate to supplement my paltry six hours sleep.
