two jobs is an interesting thing. i suppose my talking about it so much is a slight indication as to how much its affecting my life…and how much of a whiny little wuss i am…but we’ll just focus on the first part.
so this coming week is the last week of my job at cirque. so i’ll soon be free of the two job thing, and back in the “can i pay rent this month?” thing. i thought i was gonna hate the two job thing, and then i started to like it…kept me busy, got me lots of money, and now i think my body is telling me it’s finally fed up with all this stuff. i managed to sleep like the dead for almost 12 hours last night…which ended up making me late for my cirque job, and i ended up driving a 30 minute drive (which i did in 18) for no reason, cause the wonderful thing about cirque is, if you don’t get there on time, they have replacements for you, and you get to go home. so that’s one day i could have worked, but didn’t get to. i suppose it’s ok, my legs were starting to tell me that if i didn’t get off them soon, they were going to just shatter on me. so i finished playing tom clancy’s splintercell: pandora tomorrow. not as good as the first…but good none the less.
so i’ve figured out that i’m a racist. i have a horrible stereotype of a certain race, and it affects my outlook on them as an entire people. so to those who are of the indian decent (as in from india, not the native americans) i apologize…i love you all. you’re all so freakin’ nice! especially those of you with british accents…you’re my favorite. bend it like beckham…saw it, loved it. if it wasn’t for the rest of the show, i just might watch e.r. just for that indian girl in it. (same girl from bend it like beckham…coincidence? who knows.) i’ve never met an indian person i didn’t like. knew a few of them well in highschool…all nice people. delivered to a few at my day job (domino’s) all good tippers, all very nice. i’m sorry, but i can’t help but see you and instantly think, “i wonder what nice thing this person will say to me.” i know…it’s wrong, and i’m sorry, i just can’t help it.
i heard on npr some article about how some internet company had it’s help service in some small town in the midwest, and they decided to outsource to india, so now the town may just kinda fade away. the best part is the guy from the indian company called up the mayor of the midwest town and became friends with him, wishing the town well and whatnot. i sat, driving my car, listening to an indian man talking with a midwesterner like they were best buds, and i just tell ya…it’s just another thing feeding this racist heart of mine. what’s a guy to do.