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So. I had an assessment test thingy for the gas company. Because I have a connection, I have a moderately good chance of scoring a customer service job at the call center. It's an awesome job with great pay, benefits, etc.
But it's customer service. I just. God.
Have I mentioned how much I absolutely HATE people? Cus I do.
Afterwards I went to Trader Joe's and bought demi baguette and some little tiny soft cheeses (in tiny little wrappers! And the wax rind had little pull tabs on them!! So cute! <3) for dinner. And ate them on the way home. While driving on the freeway.
When I die, I want it to be a food-related death. What a way to go, eh?
So even if I DO get this job, I still need ANOTHER job, because training doesn't start until september. With the money from Jen, I have... $70 in the bank? And rent is due in a couple weeks?
Picture edited to protect the not-so-innocent. Wilbur Robinson, AWAY! ARIAL BLACK KNOWS WHERE YOU LIVE, VERDANA.