by My landlord is pissed, I have to meet with the grad director of my school next week, and I have to make a thousand dollars pronto. More like $1500, actually.
I am so stressed out that I can’t see straight.
I made money editing a manuscript for another student, and gave an undergrad a crash course in David Hume (I am the David Hume of pain and suffering, haha). But it’s not enough, not enough…
Have been hitting the Craigslist jobs ads. Six applications; half white collar and half…not. I just got back from an interview with a House–it’s a famous place, much ritzier than the other Houses I’ve worked at. It’s huge, it’s a factory, and you have to be beautiful and very skilled to get in there. It has a tremendous reputation, not all positive, and I don’t know what is true and what is not. Supposedly, the management are ogres. But I have no idea, really.
There is also an exclusivity clause in the employment contract. If I get in, I have to quit at the other place I’m at. I’m not making enough money there, but the management is great and I have total autonomy. I don’t know if, by doing this, I’m trading up–or jumping from the frying pan into the fire.
New place is also…more public. Even if I do the minimum amount of self-promotion that they want me to do, it’s still more than I feel comfortable with. The Surgeon could find out.
I signed up to work tomorrow. I guess I’ll find out what it’s like then. Oh my god, I have to be careful.
