In other news that probably makes me seem like more of a whiney loser, I am without a job, without friends, and without even Bonnie to amuse myself with during the daytime. So, maybe quitting PIRG was not the best idea since now I spend my time walking to the library, checking my email, and reading books holed up in my room way far away from the ag boys. Bonnie is appearantly the queen of PIRG, making far more money than her quota, so much so, that today she gets to be "the big cheese," and wear this silly cheese hat that you always see people wearing at Packers games. And so, it does not look like Bonnie is going to be fired for failing to make quota like she feared, but rather has a bright summer ahead of her at PIRG. And if it sounds like I'm talking a lot about Bonnie's life, that's because at the moment I do not have one of my own. I am as close to lifeless as you could possibly get. I really just want a fucking job so that I will at least feel like I am doing something, no matter how menial or horrible it may be. Someplace, anyplace, please just fucking hire me. Moving to a college town over the summer is not the best idea because since it is a college town and a large portion of its residents only reside here during the school year, that means that there are not that many jobs available, in fact hardly any, except for PIRG of course, which is no longer an option for me. Maybe I will find some place that is hiring when I walk to the thrift store.
At least tomorrow is the People for Cities day of workshops to protest the Mayor's Conference - that'll give me something to do. And hopefully, Rebecca will still come for this weekend's protests, although she said it looked sort of doubtful.