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10 more days. It's either going to be one hell of a fantastic day. or it's going to be a horrible horrible drink a lot day. We'll see, i'm really hoping it's the first one, because the only two things that would stop me from getting the job are 1) being diabetic 2) having not good enough eye sight, in which case i'm pretty much fucked thanks to my genetics, woohoo!. So i'm hoping for the positive! I need to stop talking about things like "bulletproof/stab proof vests" around the girly, i think it makes her a might bit apprehensive as to what exactly this job entails, so there shall be no more of this kind of talk around her.