Puta de la oficina

That's office bitch to you. And that is what I officially will become, starting next Wednesday. It's so sad because I found out for sure today, the lady called me, and I felt like crying all day long. I don't know what about it is getting to me so much. I also just started my period, so that could be a contributing factor. Here, take a look at the website of the jokers I'm gonna be working for: www.waddell.com
Yeah, it's a stuffy office complete with cheap faux cherrywood desks and Thomas Kinkade on the walls. I'm not kidding about the Kinkade. The Painter of Light is all over the fucking place. BUT, it's literally 6 blocks away from my house, so I'll probably be walking to work. I get a steady stream of money ending up with almost 28k a year before taxes, which means I'll pay all 25k of my student loans and credit cards in less than 2 years and I'll be on my way to wherever I want to go after that. The people are actually nice and it's a clean job. I knew what I was getting into when the craigslist ad said "looking for a 'Director of First Impressions'" so I can't complain. Oh yes and did I mention healthcare and dental starting the first day of work? Of course all these things would be FREE if I lived in Europe, but whaddayagonnado. Oh, I know what. Give away a year or two of my life to get a chance to do just that.
So that I don't grow continuously dumber by the 8 hour day, I'm taking Spanish at El Camino, the community college in Torrance. We'll see how that goes.
As far as living at home, it's been surprisingly good. Peace, calm and friendship. Things I never thought I'd find with my mom, but little by little it's happening. Since the first week that I was back we haven't fought once, and I think we both deserve kudos for that. She definitely treats me differently and I think that after Spain I've gotten a lot less irritable and maybe (just maybe) a bit more responsible. My sister still annoys the crap out of me sometimes, but now it's mostly by things she does in general, not things she does to me.
This weekend I'm going up to Santa Cruz to wrap up graduation paperwork, see people and accompany Timi to her Berkeley interview and of course party it up in San Francisco. Then Wednesday morning will probably be one of the more depressing morning afters I've had. 8am bright and early at Waddell & Reed Financial Planning! The cynicism must end here.