Sorry for the delay, my little butternuts. I got switched to a PC at work on the same day all things noematic went bust. The PC has very little to do with anything, (except for being stupid. stupid PC.), but thank you's are in order for the Sqwebmaster and his restorative skills. Thanks Sqwebmaster!
I didn't get my dream job for very shady-type reasons ("Oh, I see that you have a boyfriend. click."), but the anticipation of emancipation has put the taste in my mouth. I'm starting to get the morning-dreads. I'm snooze-buttoning, I'm thinking about calling in sick every day, I'm drooling and furious by 11am.
It's really unfortunate, because I love most aspects of my current job. There's just this one thing that's started grating on me, and I can't seem to get over it. Perhaps because the 'thing' has a lot of power over my career and the 'thing' needs a serious attitude readjustment and moral realignment.
So I'm keeping my eye on the prize. The Prize being the following:
I want someone who's willing to exchange room and board for clean house and 3-5 cooked meals a week. I essentially want to be a roomate you can boss around OR a housekeeper who's boyfriend can sleep over occasionally. However you want to look at it. Any takers who don't plan on murdering me and wearing my skin as a hat?
Posted by Sonya at January 18, 2005 09:02 AMwhen my ship comes in, sonya.
Posted by: louella at January 18, 2005 10:16 AMWait, is that the dreamjob you didn't get because of Cake?
Man, fuck those motherfuckers. Let's got TP their house.
Posted by: Joshua at January 18, 2005 12:38 PMYargh, i'tis.
Posted by: sonya at January 18, 2005 02:06 PM