Oct 06, 2005 13:57
So miracle of miracles, it's raining today. Shocking.
Stupid London.
I called an old boss of mine (that is, former boss, not old like age) to ask if he'd write a recommendation for me. Please note the wording of that sentence. He replies that if I write a recommendation, he will read it and give me feedback on it, then *I* should go make the changes based on his comments, send back an edited version, and then he will sign it. Couldn't he just have said "no"? I mean really, the question is, "will you write a recommendation FOR me", not "will you sign a glowing document I've written about myself?" I really don't like swearing, but what a f*cker.
I'm dying for a piece of chocolate, so instead I will have a cigarette, followed by a piece of gum. I wish I had skinny genes. So that I could fit into my skinny jeans. Although with all the Kate Moss hubbub, I'm thinking it's not so much genes, as it is crack.