it turns out i actually made 54 euros, not 60, that day. my pay raise doesn't take effect until AFTER the 6th month of employment. logisch! figures my contract would adhere to standards and not to my desires. what would a contract be like if it adhered to my desires? i just got this horrible image of paper, scotch taped to pieces of cotton that are floating around like kitschy clouds. oooo.
blogging is my first experience writing for an unknown audience. up til now i've only written class papers, letters, and in my journal. is it possible to write without thinking about who will read it? somedays i think about one friend as an audience when I write, sometime about another. i think my blog is like a censored journal. it's not so censored that i want my parents to read it, but censored enough that i'm not blabbing about my friends intimate details. and, i don't want my intimate details on the web either. maybe it's too late. who knows if someone else writes about me on their blabby blog. ok, i really doubt it.
so today, i've realized that the MBA idea is crap. who cares about money anyway. what i really need to do is keep working on my portfolio and keep sending it out. yeah, and here i am blogging about it and not doing it.