Around Town

June 6, 2006

These past four days have been interesting …. Friday was my birthday, and I turned 24. I have weird feelings about 24, as that is just about the point, from now until my last few days of being 26, that I am now considered in my "mid-twenties." Can we just still call it "early twenties?" Please? To celebrate, my parents went to Huntington Beach sans their birthday boy, and Justin and I went out to dinner at Black Angus. You can't beat the one pound prime rib, cooked rare.

Saturday begun my foray into my second, part-time job, at Hollywood Video as a shift assistant. Monday afternoon ended my foray into my second, part-time job. The pay was way on the low side, but I figured it was easy enough a job, and I was told before hiring that I would be working part time and out of there by closing time, which was midnight. This worked fine, being as how I have to work at University of Phoenix at 7am. Come to find out, I was being scheduled for over 40 hours a week, and the earliest I would be able to get out of there was 1:45, or as I was later told, 2:30am on Monday nights (have to stock Tuesday's new releases before going home). Late hours might be okay for a server job where I'm coming home with $$$ in tips, but those late nights and early mornings with that pay scale wasn't settling it — when no middle ground could be found, I left, but not without logging in 20 hours this weekend alone! I was warned when I left that I burned the "Hollywood Video bridge". Darnit.

Monday was back to work at UoP, and we all settled in to our new cubes on the other side of the building. Exciting stuff. After I left I went to Hollywood Video to speak to my manager in person, but I guess karma caught up with me for quitting without notice and I locked my keys in my car. Unable to plow through with a wire hanger that Justin brought down, AAA finally came (whom I had to ask my mom to call for me, since I left my wallet with my membership number in my car), and I was on my way.

Then I got pulled over for not wearing my seat belt. Luckily, the cop was a friend of mine from firefighter training, so I got off with a warning. Word.