Working Girl

Normally you aren't supposed to talk about the fact you applied for a job until you actually get it and all chances of jinxing it or looking like a total loser when you get rejected are gone. However, being me, I have to air all my laundry as it happens. Money, sex, health, insanity, happiness, morbid freak out breakdowns, you get it all play by play, baby. So I put in for a really perfect-for-me (except the part where I actually have to go to work every day outside of the house and have a boss and possibly deadlines and such) part time receptionist job for their support department that will tie me up from the time he gets off work to bedtime Monday through Friday. Don't cross your fingers for me. Last time I asked y'all to do that I nearly died. You voodoo hex people, you!

I have a date with the blonde chick from downstairs tonight! Yes, rattle that around in your head for a little while and then slap yourself for being such a pervert. Actually, we are becoming friends and I invited her to go drool over Johnny Depp with me. I had already decided that even though I have a strict rule about not going to restaurants or movie theatres alone I was willing to brave it to see Pirates of the Caribbean. However, I invited her to go with me tonight and she agreed. So maybe we will hang out sometimes. I dunno yet.

I have to go run down the ice cream truck in the parking lot. (start Supermom music now).

Posted by gwendolyn on July 11, 2003 at 02:45 PM