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The Accidental Bitch: Don't work for "the man" (even if you like his shows)
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Monday, March 24. Don't work for "the man" (even if you like his shows). With graduation approaching, I've been spending more time than ever searching for a job. I'm pretty savvy at finding jobsites and listings, and have found several summer jobs and internships this way. Looking for a "real" job, though, seems more scary. I struggle with this all the time. Do I want to be a writer? Am I drawn to those positions because they represent creative control? Do you want to do high art or low art? So, sneak so...
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The Accidental Bitch: August 2008
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Thursday, August 14. The impending relief of quitting. Last week, I quit a job for the first time. It was a wrenching experience - I'm not really the quitting type. I'm the type who sticks with something, even if I hate it, just for the line on the resume and to prove that I'm dependable. Posted by The Accidental Bitch. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Formerly known as My Boyfriend Is Crazy. All the men i've loved. Monkeys in my pants! No sex and the city. Words for your enjoyment.
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The Accidental Bitch: March 2008
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Sunday, March 30. Finding a cookie-cutter (home). The past two weeks, I've been visiting my dad on spring break. My dad lives in Chapel Hill, which is a University town. There are a lot of smart people around, a lot of college kids, and a lot of expensive real estate. Luckily, he's got my stepmom, and she's got a job. It doesn't pay a hell of a lot, but she can buy groceries and gas, and her credit is good. And who am I to talk, anyway? Posted by The Accidental Bitch. Monday, March 24. With graduation ap...
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The Accidental Bitch: January 2010
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Monday, January 11. Why do New Yorkers RUN when they get off the train? I always heard that New York City ran at a different pace than most. I fought it in high school and in college, when I didn't live there. I always heard: "People from the Northeast work faster than most." I hated that thought. "I am just as productive as those f-ing New Yorkers," I thought. And I probably was.*. When they get off the train. I was probably more productive than when I was living in New York. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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The Accidental Bitch: October 2008
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Wednesday, October 29. When I grow up, I want to do something. Anything. The doors of the subway car open and I give up the pole's stability, shouldering my heavy messenger bag. I cut around someone to ensure I am still following the man I sized up during the subway ride. He walks quickly, and I wonder if he is actually supposed to be somewhere or if he always thinks he is in a rush. I wear the latter hat quite a bit. Make your dreams come true. Don't give up the fight. You will be alright". When they sa...
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The Accidental Bitch: No more avoiding
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Thursday, July 17. I definitely avoid telling people what's new with the boyfriend. Not just on the blog; people I know. It took me over two weeks to tell my mom that we got back together, and even then I only told her because he's my date at my cousin's wedding. I wondered, why do I hesitate? Am I uncertain about the relationship? Or maybe it's because I get such awful responses. People roll their eyes, laugh, or groan. "Again? They say. It's like they forget I have feelings. I liked it, you? I was sati...
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The Accidental Bitch: Moving to New York
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Wednesday, September 17. Moving to New York. Since quitting the awful job, I have:. Moved into an apartment in Manhattan. Gone to Ikea three times. Started an internship at a film production company where names like Natalie Portman and Sam Rockwell are thrown around like darts. Lost my debit card. Lost my cell phone. Had several arguments with my new roommate. I guess I'm in for a big learning experience. And I thought losing my phone would be hard. Posted by The Accidental Bitch. View my complete profile.
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The Accidental Bitch: The impending relief of quitting
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Thursday, August 14. The impending relief of quitting. Last week, I quit a job for the first time. It was a wrenching experience - I'm not really the quitting type. I'm the type who sticks with something, even if I hate it, just for the line on the resume and to prove that I'm dependable. Posted by The Accidental Bitch. Gunnar G. Goode. Did sweet relief kick in at any point? When the alarm clock goes off and you realize you dont have to slave to the wage any longer! August 16, 2008 at 3:03 AM. I didn't k...
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The Accidental Bitch: February 2008
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Friday, February 22. Medical system, you leave me breathless. Literally. Wednesday was the big day. I woke up at 7am to finish my first paper for a literature professor who is legendary on campus for being critical of essays. Worried that the problem would get worse or was caused by something like pneumonia, I went to my school's health center the next day. The only problem the nurse found was an enlarged thyroid gland. Apparently it was large enough to be partially obstructing my airway. Since I'm not i...
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The Accidental Bitch: Another addiction for me
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Thursday, September 18. Another addiction for me. I used to have a reason to stay up until dawn: a deadline, a late wrap on the film set, weekend partying. I would see the tinge of blue diluting the dark blanket of sky and I would stare. Fascinated. The sun was about to come up and I couldn't stop it. On the train home from a shoot, I took constant pictures of the sky. They all looked the same, but I couldn't help it. Apparently I take joy simply in knowing that I should be, but am not, sleeping. Ditto -...
