Just Shoot Me

I'm feeling quite overwhelmed right now. I feel like I'm back in school or something. Except when I was in school I worked 60 hrs a week and went to school full-time for a year and half straight. Things could always be worse.

Yesterday I started my new job and my new schedule all together. Sunday night/Monday morning was pretty rough. My car got towed in the wee hours starting off my week rocky. Sunday night I stayed out later than expected and of course didn't read the obvious street signs. My car was parked only a block from my place. Stupid. I only got two hours of sleep and then had to go to my first day. It wasn't bad, just a lot of training and info being thrown my way. Then I went into Time Out for a couple of hours and inputed music listings, there again learning something new. I still need to write like 10 listings by tomorrow. It's going to take me at least another week to get adapted to working two jobs and my new lifestyle. No sleep for me. I think the beginning of the week is the grunt of it but on top of all of it, I have freelance assignments to do, too. I feel so out of it. I completely blanked on the Oscar noms this morning. I've gotten up practically every year to watch the announcements but didn't even remember this year. Oh well. Speaking of Hollywood, I can't believe Heath Ledger is dead. It's like River Phoenix all over again. He's going to be awesome as the Joker. I know that movie is going to do even better now. Only the good die young, I guess.

I've also decided I can't go to California for my friend's wedding. I feel bad but since I dropped $160 on my car and I can't take time off, it doesn't make sense to go out there for one day, which is I all the time I have. I know this sounds shallow of me, but there's a lot going on that weekend in Chicago: 2 parties and 2 concerts. I'd rather wait to go out there when I have more time and money and especially so I can go up to LA. The warmth would be perfect right now but I don't think I can swing it. Does this make me a bad person? I hope not.

So my new job is alright. It's boring at times and I'm not allowed to surf the internet except downstairs in the computer lab usually on my lunch break. I have to do a good job, too. Everyone I work with is so much older than me. It's the complete opposite of a creative environment but for the most part everyone is nice and let's me do my own thing. It's weird going into Time Out afterhours. I'm usually the last one to leave which is eerie. It's like going from being there 30 hours a week to only 6 hours. It's definitely going to be an adjustment. We'll see how everything goes with both jobs but right now I'm just trying to stay above water and get through the week and not fuck anything up. Say a prayer for me.

The auto pound I fetched my car from last night was probably the sketchiest place I've ever been. It's located in the middle of nowhere and holds 5,000 cars. There were some weird and dumb people there (like myself). One guy goes: "This must be the unhappiest place in Chicago. 24 hours of misery." I think he's right. Then he and his friend didn't have their drivers licenses (duh!) and jokingly asked me if I'd drive their car home. Um, yeah. Bring your license next time, buddy. Then I had to wait in the freezing, Siberia parking lot to be escorted in a van to my car with some crazy dude driving me. God, I hope my car never gets towed again. I should interview some people at the tow place. Bet there'd be some stories.

I think my new fave bar is evilOlive. I was there Sunday night (before the car towing) and then last night. They play good music. My friend and I have decided to go there once a week to dance as a means to working out. It's better than going to the gym.

This week already feels so long. I have no sense of time and space right now. I can't even think about the future right now. I do wish I could travel now. I'm obsessed with going to Nashville. I really want to check out there music scene. I need to go somewhere soon. I wish I could escape this bitterly cold place known as Chicago. I will admit from the 33rd floor, frozen Lake Michigan looks beautiful, though.