Lunch fell through. Alas. The Japanese joint I frequent usually tops out at about $20 per person and I have to be honest with myself; until I rake in that first paycheck, I can't even afford to buy a pack of smokes every two days, let alone splurge on food.

So I had oatmeal instead. It was highly inferior. Woe.

Sometimes I catch myself wondering about sordid office affairs. I used to joke with my friend Jeremy about being his secretary and slinking into his office only to have him take me on his desk, his name-plate imprinting his name into my ass, business cards flying, sticking to our sweaty bodies... it's hilarious in my head.

But there will be none of that. I love my boy. Besides, why would I settle for an inferior product? No one will ever match up to him sack-wise. He is the Japanese food to their oatmeal.

My parents are leaving for seven days tomorrow morning. Now, if only my sister would choke on prozac and die, maybe I could finally get some peace.

Fantastic.

Finally heard back from them yesterday, four days after they were supposed to call me. Apparently they were in the middle of a hiring freeze.

The first call was "We like you but we're in a hiring freeze right now; can we call you when it's over?"

Second call was, "Nevermind. We talked about it and we want to hire you now."

Because, you understand, I'm pimp like that.

I go in on Tuesday morning to fill out some paperwork and get started.

Is it pathetic and utterly girlie that the main reason I'm excited about this job is because it means I can finally go clothes shopping again? All I want are cute skirts and heels. Fuck being a grown-up and learning responsibility; I want a black & white flared skirt and blue pointy-toe snakeskin stilettos.

And a blazer. I want a cute blazer.

I want to go shoppies. Who wants to go with me? I have gift cards.

Allergies?

Either I developed yet another new eye-related allergy or something crawled into my bed last night and made intimate with my left eye. The lid is slightly swollen all along the lash-line, so when I stare straight ahead I have the look of a drug-addled miscreant.


Oh yes, I'd hire me.

Here's Hoping :)

I finally talked to Phone Tag Lady. She'd been out of town at a conference which is why she hadn't returned my calls. Totally understandable. The position I'd applied for had been filled, but she offered me another position (Which I was considering applying for anyway) which seems to be a better position which means (Maybe) more money :)

I have an interview Monday at 10:00am. Wish me luck!

Housesitting.

I'm still playing phone tag with the lady who rang me about the job. Since Friday. She called me Friday. Voicemail. I called her Saturday. Voicemail. She called me this morning. Voicemail. I called her about 45 minutes ago. Voicemail.

I mean, really. Come now. I would like this job, thank you. I'll answer the phone if you will!

So Jesse and I are housesitting for a couple that he is friends with. They were married in February and just now finally got the chance to take their honeymoon, so we get so lounge around in their place (And eat their food and steal their AC and make naughty in their living room) for ten days.

Fortunately, their cat Zeus is allowing us to stay.

It's nice. It's nice to be away from family. It's nice to have some peace and quiet for awhile.