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Boy, sometimes I wish I wasn't such a night owl, heh. I love it but it makes it so difficult to stay active in the daytime.
I'm trying to get a job at Barnes and Noble, and I did the smart thing of staying up til four or five the night before the interview. I set the alarm, finally plopped into bed, and next thing I know-- I'm waking up to banging on my door, and my clock says 11:55. When I set the alarm for 10:30. And I have the interview at noon. Needless to say, I was late, but considering I woke up from a stupor, managed to make my physical appearance suitable for an interview, and had to battle midday rush traffic, I'd say I did a remarkable job getting there at 12:06 (I checked when I arrived). At any rate, I didn't get the interview, and the guy I spoke to claimed they would call me for another appointment. Yeah. Okay. In other words, I'm pretty damn sure I blew it.
*Dramatic sigh*
At any rate. Good things are happening too, I swear. I mean, I didn't stay up til four in the morning that night for no reason (like tonight...haha). Jon and I sat on our respective computers for a while, then decided to take an Epic Walk that lasted several hours (big surprise), through a rather large-ish grove of trees near where we live. We started off with the Staircase of Doom, which I think a sadist thought up; the only stairs I've climbed that were comparable were the stairs by the Sacré Cœur. We paused before starting down for me to put out my cigarette, and who pops out of the bushes? This little grey and white kitty I've nicknamed Schrödinger, because sometimes he's there and sometimes he's not. I had promised myself I'd take him home next time I saw him wandering around the car park at night, but Jon pointed out he looked far too well-taken care of to be a stray. But honestly, letting your pet wander around at night, with no collar, unfixed, is just asking for trouble. It is extraordinarily irresponsible, and they shouldn't be surprised if their kitty disappears... to my home. Alas, cats cost money, even free ones. He walked with us for maybe half an hour, before finally disappearing into the bushes. The rest of the walk was less eventful. We got mad when we saw how many trees had been cut down, because of fire hazard. And we got to see a coyote run by, which freaked us out because of the kitty. And then we talked, for the rest of the time.
I should get to bed. Three consecutive nights of staying up this late are pretty much destroying my resolve to squish myself into a 'normal' (heh) sleeping pattern.
I'm trying to get a job at Barnes and Noble, and I did the smart thing of staying up til four or five the night before the interview. I set the alarm, finally plopped into bed, and next thing I know-- I'm waking up to banging on my door, and my clock says 11:55. When I set the alarm for 10:30. And I have the interview at noon. Needless to say, I was late, but considering I woke up from a stupor, managed to make my physical appearance suitable for an interview, and had to battle midday rush traffic, I'd say I did a remarkable job getting there at 12:06 (I checked when I arrived). At any rate, I didn't get the interview, and the guy I spoke to claimed they would call me for another appointment. Yeah. Okay. In other words, I'm pretty damn sure I blew it.
*Dramatic sigh*
At any rate. Good things are happening too, I swear. I mean, I didn't stay up til four in the morning that night for no reason (like tonight...haha). Jon and I sat on our respective computers for a while, then decided to take an Epic Walk that lasted several hours (big surprise), through a rather large-ish grove of trees near where we live. We started off with the Staircase of Doom, which I think a sadist thought up; the only stairs I've climbed that were comparable were the stairs by the Sacré Cœur. We paused before starting down for me to put out my cigarette, and who pops out of the bushes? This little grey and white kitty I've nicknamed Schrödinger, because sometimes he's there and sometimes he's not. I had promised myself I'd take him home next time I saw him wandering around the car park at night, but Jon pointed out he looked far too well-taken care of to be a stray. But honestly, letting your pet wander around at night, with no collar, unfixed, is just asking for trouble. It is extraordinarily irresponsible, and they shouldn't be surprised if their kitty disappears... to my home. Alas, cats cost money, even free ones. He walked with us for maybe half an hour, before finally disappearing into the bushes. The rest of the walk was less eventful. We got mad when we saw how many trees had been cut down, because of fire hazard. And we got to see a coyote run by, which freaked us out because of the kitty. And then we talked, for the rest of the time.
I should get to bed. Three consecutive nights of staying up this late are pretty much destroying my resolve to squish myself into a 'normal' (heh) sleeping pattern.