![]() I stopped my sobbing and became sober real quick. When he went looking for my insurance cards in my wallet in my purse – wallet was not to be found. Appearently my hysteria and non stop crying over my softball-sized ankle scared MG into thinking he should take me to the hospital. In this delerium, I somehow managed to get myself home but lost my wallet in the process. I was so embarassed and injured that I got up and ran out of the door to the nearest cab. As I was getting ready to leave from the bar stool my ass was planted on, I somehow tripped and twisted my ankle BAAAD and fell to the floor. MG left early so I was to call him when we were finished. Everything was going well (I even won movie tickets in a raffle) until we ended up at the after party at Radio Bar in downtown Oakland. ![]() Two (four by the time I posted this) nights ago my new job celebrated a staff appreciation party since the restaurant industry does not have time to throw holiday parties at the same time everybody else does. Grrr! But at this point something is better than nothing, right? Focus on the positive. Sadly, I am making less than what I made at my college internship over 6 years ago. Due to the horrible market and the fact that I can not find a job in my field, I have taken my first restaurant job. And unfortunately/fortunately not the kind where I am behind a desk for 8 hours. The reason behind my absence is that I have started a new job.
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