Leftovers
Kristina is the entirety of my friends page right now. I am certainly not blameless, but I'm disappointed to see that the Live Journal Renaissance was so short-lived.
I'm not going to make an effort to construct an omnibus of my last few weeks; it would be an insult to you, to me, and to the last few weeks. I will, however, upload pictures from Kristina's delightful Food Party and post them here.
I would also like to say, for the record, that the party was much more fun than this picture makes it look.
Anyhow, that was fun. New Years went delightfully as well, thanks to the Harris' gracious hosting. Someone might mention to them that I'll be needing a place for the Tax Return Barbecue as well.
My boss told me today, near the beginning of my shift, that given my stunning inability to sell the things they're paying me to sell, they would be firing me soon, unless I'd prefer to resign. The difference being, beyond the comforting semantics, that I'd be eligible to apply to a customer service position when they post for it sometime in the next month or so. That's a comforting light at the end of the unemployment tunnel.
I'm pretty confident, in the meantime, that I should be on the short list of candidates for a job I applied for earlier this week, one that would place me in the exciting and fast-paced world of solid waste management, and thereby, organized crime.
The point, dear Internet, is that I don't have to work this Saturday, and if anyone would like to see me Friday night, they should tell me so sometime between now and then.
I'm not going to make an effort to construct an omnibus of my last few weeks; it would be an insult to you, to me, and to the last few weeks. I will, however, upload pictures from Kristina's delightful Food Party and post them here.
I would also like to say, for the record, that the party was much more fun than this picture makes it look.
Anyhow, that was fun. New Years went delightfully as well, thanks to the Harris' gracious hosting. Someone might mention to them that I'll be needing a place for the Tax Return Barbecue as well.
My boss told me today, near the beginning of my shift, that given my stunning inability to sell the things they're paying me to sell, they would be firing me soon, unless I'd prefer to resign. The difference being, beyond the comforting semantics, that I'd be eligible to apply to a customer service position when they post for it sometime in the next month or so. That's a comforting light at the end of the unemployment tunnel.
I'm pretty confident, in the meantime, that I should be on the short list of candidates for a job I applied for earlier this week, one that would place me in the exciting and fast-paced world of solid waste management, and thereby, organized crime.
The point, dear Internet, is that I don't have to work this Saturday, and if anyone would like to see me Friday night, they should tell me so sometime between now and then.