That really sad moment when you have to bust out the calculator and do a bunch of math to make sure you can actually pay rent with your next pay check.
Also, my job is making my typing horrendous. We do everything in caps lock, so I never have to capitalize anything. I also abbreviate as much as possible so I don’t end up writing a novel in my notes (because no one wants to take 5 minutes just to find out what the last call was about).
Oh, and I’m 99% sure that one of the floor walkers has a crush on me. I’m usually not very good at picking up on the flirting thing, so when I do pick up on it…well…yeah. I mean, he’s really nice (from what I’ve seen of him, anyway), but I’m trying to get my ass over someone right now, and the going is tough enough on that.
And, honestly, I’m not sure I would ever be truly happy with a guy. I mean, it would take one seriously special guy for me to be happy. I’m a feminist (and my feminism is intersectional), I’m queer, I’m a serious animal lover…I tend to be too radical for most of the girls I meet. Guys run the other way when they get to know me (and usually so do I).
I don’t really care about the sex or gender of the person I’m with…I just need them to jive with who I am, and vise versa.