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Dream last night involved having a very old dog with the wrong number of limbs, living in some sort of coastal community, and training to work at a bar as a bartender. The bar had an impossibly small espresso machine that was not working when I was training, which was fine because they were also out of milk. They also sold Camel cigarettes, one flavor of which was called "Dye Coffee," which smelled great. Interestingly, it was double-boxed. The outside box was a cool blue, and the inner box was a warm orange. The event that I was training at was a combination concert/volleyball game. Dreaming is fun.
My job performance was evaluated today. Apparently, I'm doing a bang-up job and deserve a bonus. Management is pretty sweet.
I didn't get into JET, and my refund from the government was much smaller than I was expecting it to be, because I wasn't thinking. Guess I won't be getting laser eye surgery anytime soon, and affording this trip to Japan that I've already committed myself to isn't going to be as easy as I thought. Such is life.
And now, it's time for bed again.
My job performance was evaluated today. Apparently, I'm doing a bang-up job and deserve a bonus. Management is pretty sweet.
I didn't get into JET, and my refund from the government was much smaller than I was expecting it to be, because I wasn't thinking. Guess I won't be getting laser eye surgery anytime soon, and affording this trip to Japan that I've already committed myself to isn't going to be as easy as I thought. Such is life.
And now, it's time for bed again.