i have no job and a hole in my tooth. this "adult" thing is just not for me.

I have safely returned from the land of unironic trucker hats. For the first time in the eleven years that I've been coming to New York, seeing the skyline from the plane made me neither warm nor fuzzy. I took one look at it, snarled, and turned my attention to the Queens side. There are lots of houses with those round backyard swimming pools there.

As anticipated, getting to work this morning was a task completed only with constant pacifying, in the form of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich to get out the door and to Starbucks, and iced grande soy latte (grande soy iced latte?) on the train, and a cigarette from the train station to the building. I thought I'd be sitting around all morning terrified, but around 10:00 I heard the magic words: "Gina, follow me to the back." Except for the nasty HR lady who said that if I were her daughter she would have smacked me silly for running off like I did (I'm no parenting expert, but I doubt that technique would work very well on lost/confused 22-year-olds...bitch) the conversation went very well. Mainboss is simply a wonderful human being, and he was very understanding and sympathetic to my unhappy state and the fact that I am not the kind of person who does well here. I decided against continuing to work on a scary warning/probationary status, and now I have two weeks to find someone who wants to pay me. And to go to the dentist, finally, before I lose my health insurance.

I'm daunted by this task given my pathetic lack of job-hunting and interviewing experience, but right now I feel so much lighter, and not just because I've lost about five pounds on the Mom's Wholesome Cooking/Scared Shitless About How To Make Money and What To Do With My Life Diet. Hmmm, perhaps I could devote my life to eradicating that Atkins nonsense...