My sister apparently broke her arm today. Not sure how, but I know she’s in a cast. Just got a cryptic message on my phone from my mother. Was hoping to take my sister to the Midsummer ritual this weekend, but doesn’t look like that’ll be happening. I’m still excited about this weekend though. Spending time with some great friends and celebrating the longest day of the year (which was technically Monday, but who’s counting).

If I was a knight for glory:
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It’s by no means perfect, and I may try to re-record it several times tonight (by which I’ll just keep replacing the old one), but I tried to do Shinedown’s “Simple Man” again along with “House of the Rising Sun.”

Simple Man and House of the Rising Sun 1

House of the Rising Sun 2

Comments appreciated, at least lets me know if I’m on the right track. Especially on the two version of House of the Rising Sun. They sound pretty identical but I don’t know which is better.

Erg, feeling so limited with my music.

Well, I believe my interview yesterday morning went well. You can never be too sure, but I’m confident. Went right afterwards for a pre-employment drug test which took like an hour because of the line.

The job is customer service and office administration every other Saturday. I’d work 9am-6pm Mon-Fri at $10/hour. So it’s not too early and I’d have most weekends off (especially Sundays!).

The boss called today and said he has it narrowed down to 4, and I’m apparently one of the 4. I hope he hires me because I don’t really want to try the Owings Mills office. It’s a little far to drive.

Have several interviews to set up tomorrow.

Yesterday was my last day of work, so I’m now officially unemployed. I was actually rather ecstatic yesterday. I almost didn’t go to work but I don’t want to put the ‘good’ people at work in a bind, so I went ahead.

I got a lot of hugs and sad goodbyes. Most trying to convince me not to go. A regular client called and talked to me even and once she found out it was my last day she made me take her phone number so I could keep in contact with her.

It feels good to be gone from those people and that drama. I’m going to miss many of them, but taking the time to think about everything that went on, I’m glad it did happen. It showed me who were real friends, and who weren’t. And quite honestly, some of the shit that I did post in my journal probably NEEDED to be said. (I’ll probably post some more of my thoughts on the situation in a restricted entry later).

The girl who found my journal came to me last night and confessed. It actually wasn’t who I thought. She said she only briefly mentioned that I had one to the “Office Gossip” and shit blew up from there. She wasn’t the one who printed out all the entries and passed them around the hospital. I’m actually very happy that she came to me about it, and thanked her very much last night.

I did find out a few other things about some of the office personnel that rather disturbed me, but I’m letting it go because it’s all done and over with. There’s no reason for me to bother about it anymore. My life is turning on a new and better path. One that will hopefully be more fullfilling.

Today I enjoyed lounging at home. Watched some movies, pampered myself, cleaned my room a bit (though not finished).

Well today wasn’t a bad day at work, I enjoyed it for the most part. Well, besides finding out another co-worker has been lying to everyone. I actually found out who originally found my website too, and was quite surprised when I found out all the printed copies they were showing around, and to who. Quite childish if you ask me.

One employee came up to me today and said that they laughed when they were told about it, because it’s ridiculous. The people I spoke about have a right to be upset, and I’m still very sorry they were hurt, but to print out someone’s journal and show it to everyone in the hospital was beyond cruel, and no one else cares.

Another person was talking to me, and said that I had every right to express myself in my own journal, and that they’ve heard far worse not only about the same people, but sometimes even FROM the same people about OTHER people.

Then I come home to this angry e-mail from yet another co-worker saying how could I be so mean, and how I’m not the same person as I used to be. And all I can think to myself is all of the shit that’s been told to ME about them. So I told them. I told them that they should seriously look at the people they work with on a day to day basis because a lot worse is being spread around about them, and not from me.

It’s amazing how blind people are when all they want is a scapegoat.

Actually feel pretty confident about myself. All of the people that tried to convince me not to leave, that tell me I should try to work overnight on weekends or something, how I shouldn’t let people drive me away, etc. I’m so ever grateful to actually get out of that place, it’s not even funny. It actually makes me -happy- to be asked to leave, because I feel so less stressed and so much better now that I know I won’t have to go there anymore.

I got a lot of e-mail addresses and phone numbers today. Definitely plan to keep in touch with some of the open minded people at work.

As if you never said anything bad about someone behind their backs before. I’ll be damned if I’m going to be your scapegoat.

Happy Midsummer to everyone. I don’t really have any special plans for it until this weekend at the Grove. I’ll try to get outside before work today though. Tuesday I think will be my last day. I have Wednesday scheduled off, but am scheduled for Thursday, however, with one of the people that despise me at the moment, so I don’t really think that will work out.

Surprisingly a lot of other people from work, and in general, are supportive of me. People I wouldn’t normally think would be. I think the way it was done has them kinda ticked. Someone found out about a personal journal and decided to spread it around. Doesn’t sit right with some people.

I emailed the 100 or so people on the Grove’s mailing list and told them I was looking for a job. One girl emailed me and said the company she works for has some office work openings in Westminster and Owings Mills. She apparently works at the regional office and called both local offices to tell them I’d be calling. So I have an interview at 10am tomorrow. I have a good feeling about it, hopefully it’ll work out. Wish me luck.

I feel sorta bad. I wanted more than anything to get my dad something special for fathers day, but having to quit my job this week is forcing me to save pennies -now- to prevent any trouble later on. Luckily I have off today, and it is positively wonderful outside, so spending time with him will be all I have to offer.

The sky is a very calming blue, the temperature is cool with hardly any humidity. The sun is a perfect blanket of warmth compared to all of the tornado storms we’ve been having over the last few days. And even through all of the stress, pain, and drama I’ve been going through (not just with work mind you), I can feel completely at peace by sitting out in a porch swing that my father has hanging from our great oak tree out front.

What would I get my father if I had the money? When I was little, and my parents were still together, we used to take yearly trips up to the Canadian/New Hampshire border to this place called Tall Timber Lodge (don’t mind the horrendous midi file noise in the background). I have this one photo (though I think my mother has it) of me when I was about 5 wearing a leather indian vest, with a tall timber lodge t-shirt. My favorite childhood photo.

But I distinctly remember going there and boating, fishing, seeing moose and various other game. My most vivid memory would probably be my dad and my mother both trying to get out of a boat at the same time, and the thing tipping over with me in it. Luckily I could swim and had a life vest on anyway, but it was funny.

If I actually had the money, that’s where I’d take my dad for Father’s Day or his Birthday.