Souled Out

Topic A--

On September 22 (yesterday) I sold my soul to the almighty god of profit and returned to work in the dark mines of despair that is the reservations office of New Orleans Boutique Hotels (Have you noticed my ridiculous indecision about this particular career path in my last several posts?  Are you as bored with and annoyed by this wishy-washy petulant whining as I have become?  Good-- just confirming we are, in fact, on the same page).  Really, I had no other choice.  I was flat out of money and had spent the week prior on a desperate quest throughout Metarie trying to find some responsibility-less nonsense blue-collar/retail/food service thing, but was continually turned down because (I can only assume) I was either over-qualified or unconvincing in my guarantees that I would take the job seriously and was in it for the long haul.  Anyway, no one would hire me.  So I chartered my little canoe and sailed down the River Styx back into Hades.  No, really--it is very, very bad.  I spend nine hours a day in various states of unhappiness and rage.  It makes me hate not only my boss and coworkers and patrons, but every single other person in the entire world who doesn't have to be there.  I'm counting down the days until the second of October, because that's the day on which I will have been there long enough to have received a paycheck large enough to pay Jeana what I owe her, and can make a big, unruly scene and walk out.  Oh, how I despise that awful, awful place.

Topic B--

I have stopped drinking.  Yes, yes-- I know.  That is a serious thing to do, but I truly believe it was time.  You may remember a few weekend back (or was it last weekend?  Time is hard)  when I missed Jen and the Saints game due to exhaustion and intoxication... well, too many weekends like that would kill someone.  But another weekend like the one just past, and someone would kill me.  Friday-- drunk fight with Abby (moderately wasted).  Saturday-- working at Ohm (completely, unbelievable destroyed).  Sunday-- drinking and watching the Saints game (still wasted from previous night) and then throwing up inside Jeana's (new) Xterra (sobered up slightly after that in order to make an admirable go at cleaning the interior of the car.  Unfortunately, that new car smell is gone forever).  So yeah, I'm fairly lucky I have a place to live and a life to live therein with, because so many people wished harm and death upon me over this (my birthday) weekend that I had no choice but to reevaluate my existence. No more alcohol.  No really, I mean it.  

P.S. Jeana has forgiven me and vowed to get me to start drinking again. If anyone could do it, I think she's the only one with the right, but I'm standing firm.  No more alcohol.  Seriously, I'm not joking.  Done.