Jobbish Stuff pt. 2

Huh. They called me back already (Left a voicemail, because I don't pick up the phone for numbers I don't know). The lady sounded nice enough. She actually sounded interested to hear from me. She might... want to give me a job.

Give me a job. O_o

...

now i'm scared to call back! *flappy hands*

Job searching.

I just applied for a job. Yeah, big deal right?

Well you see, it really is, seeing as the last time I applied for a job was at this wanky Halloween store when I was 16. That was, well, um, a decade ago. I like to think I'm growing as a person.

This job is right up my alley and it's something I'd really like to get. It seems a good place to get my sheltered and afraid-of-life feet wet. Just an entry-level position maintaining a website for a plastic surgery clinic right down the street from my house. My only worry is the fact that the Monster.com entry listing was dated almost two months ago. I don't know if they may have already filled the position and just not taken the inquery down yet... but I hope not. Maybe no one else wants it and my application will be like a shining becon of love and light to them.

Maybe I can get lipo instead of a holiday bonus.

I'm back.

Yeah, I knew I'd be back someday.

Turns out that being broke means you have to give up silly things like domains that you never really used for anything other than webcam picture storage and a pathetic attempt at a blog (Yes! Hi!).

So, four-am.com will be no more as of mid-July.

It's heart-breaking, really. That webspace has been mine for five years. Five years. That's a long time. I literally feel sick to my stomach at the idea of someone buying it out and turning it into some skanky porn site or something.

I miss it already.