welcome to life Zim. Report for duty
today started out like any other. 25 situps, 12 pushup and a dink mixture consisting of grapes, peaches, green apple, and cantaloupe.
unlike any other day, i had a job interview for this really cool looking restaurant. i was applying for host. the interview took place in this guys apartment, i was only in the living/dining room/ kitchen. the interview went stellar. except for me accidnetly spilling some water on the coffee table. in anycase i so nailed that interview. we talked about layout, hours (9), and pay ($12 an hour) i forgot to ask if it was on the books which i hope it isnt but im not gonna be surprised if it is, and dress code, which he wasnt sure about. that not a problem, i can do formal and casual. i so got this job and ill be good at it too. i have the experience and the knowledge to do my job properly or bullshit my way out of a paper bag [where did that idiom come from?]. my resume got me there which was needless to say, embellished. but its not like i promised something i could deliver.
im ontop of the world and i deserve every minute of it. the ill effects of the world wont slow or change my energies. let me give you some love!!!