Feb 15, 2006 23:44
Thanks to my stupido legs, I must remain at home. I know what you're all thinking, pack of proverts that I am affiliated with on this den of inequity known as "LiveJournal"... "Ooh, Valentine's Day yesterday and she's with her boyfriend for over a year - no wonder her legs are sore, she must be walking like John Wayne today!"
No, it's because I had a job interview and I had to run to make sure I wasn't late. Then, I had four or five flights of stairs to navigate. Yaaaay! [/sarcasm]
Any way, hope and beg and pray that I get this job. Same rate of pay as my current job, but I get time and a half on Sundays and I'm guaranteed 30 hours every week, unlike the "get what you're given" attitude of where I am now. I need spondooligs. My bank is being mean and sending big angry gorilla men to my house to kneecap me, but being all bandaged up as I am, I convince them that they have already done it. *CUNNING*
But while I am laid up, my beloved gorgeous angel of a boy is out playing his drums and screaming away to his band's set in Eamonn Doran's and I am at home alone, listening to good old Johann Sebastian (yeah, fuck you Mozart) and nursing a craving for pancakes.