The last several days our landlady has had men working on her floors. I don't mind, really, except that they're loud, obnoxious, and right above my head when I'm on my computer. This makes it difficult to think here, much less elsewhere.
This morning, I had a call from the guy at Accountemps--he had a position he wanted to send me to interview for, but he needed my references to call him.
Right after I got off the phone, the unholy racket began.
I need a job. Bad. Like, to the point that if I don't get this one, I will be applying at places like McDonald's and Taco Hell.
So, cue me e-mailing people to give them a heads-up, then Jason calling back. And me calling them. Left messages on voice mail. And the third was at the dentist.
*headdesk*
Luckily, thanks to slight bullshitting, Shai is my boss. So, fourth reference.
At least one other called him back, as well.
Plus:
1pm = had to drive Shai to work.
3:30--Timey
5 - pick up Shai from one job, drop at another.
Drove Shai. Came home to find I DID have an interview. Finished updating resume, took disk, took Timey to work an hour early, printed resume.
Ran late.
Printed resume. Fought traffic. A twenty minute trip took forty.
Filled out application, had interview--it was a bit rushed since I was late. Sounds like they really need someone, though.
So. Fingers crossed that the guy calls me tomorrow and says, "Can you start Monday?"
We've already had the rant about stupid sports fans. I'd like to add to it with the people who can't fucking merge, or go up to the front of the line and try to get in. Guess what? I like being a bitch and hugging the ass of the car in front of me, so FUCK all of you assholes who try to get ahead.
Eat Moya's dust, you dipshits.
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