I am so tired. I'm not going into the details of the day because I've already covered it with family and its not improving my mood or energy levels to do that again.
I will say this: I hate interviewing.
Job is not exactly bust, but its also not exactly as advertised. I am waiting to hear stuff and debating if I will turn it down if I do get offered the position or another interview (which after the most bizarre interview I've ever been through I can say I have absolutely no idea if I will make a short list or not).
Deadpool says don't drive mad. And no I can't have the teleporter back. Its not my teleporter, its his. And no he has never heard of anyone named Solberg.
He also tells me that talking to action figures is a sign of poor mental health and he's going to start charging me for the therapy.
Yeah. Its been one of those days.