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By the end of this week, I may have a) a new place and/or b) a new job. The place is a 3 bedroom, 1.5 bath renovated 1909 house. Lots of space to share with my Angry Friend and my Jewish Friend.
I go in for a face-to-face interview for a job as an art sales/marketing consultant/assistant. I admittedly don't even know what the exact job title is, but it pays more and could easily be less dumb and more interesting than my current job.
I'm trying not to get too excited on either front, because life has a way of giving me lemons, and while I'm getting used to the taste of the lemonade I must make, it's also getting old.
I go in for a face-to-face interview for a job as an art sales/marketing consultant/assistant. I admittedly don't even know what the exact job title is, but it pays more and could easily be less dumb and more interesting than my current job.
I'm trying not to get too excited on either front, because life has a way of giving me lemons, and while I'm getting used to the taste of the lemonade I must make, it's also getting old.