Are you kidding me? You have got to be kidding me. The gal that e-mailed me about an interview told me to "make sure and not wear any fragrance". Maybe she meant heavy fragrance? But even so, isn't that a little....weird?
I think it's weird, but I am still going to go. I might actually get a kick out of this lady. Something to write about.
Still searching for a job. Asking for any sort of help with anything makes me feel absolutely absurd, stupid, worthless, good-for-nothing, so I have started to sell some of my useless DVD's on Ebay. Not a bad idea, eh? I only listed one though. There is just something that scares me about it. What if something doesn't sell? That would mean I paid Ebay .25 for nothing in return. I suppose that is how they make money, but that doesn't mean I can't be a little wary, especially since I have scraps coming in the mailbox every two weeks.
Watch out people, this might become a blog entitled "Unemployed in Hell-A".
Kidding.
Still shaking this cold. Remember how I said I went to a dinner on Thursday night? Yep, it was a bust. Come to find out the man has two daughters. Yeah, as soon as I saw that I think I mentally checked out. I mean, yes, I want a family at some point. Great for him, but I want to go through that with someone. So that's over. 'Twas fun while it lasted, right? Too bad he is my friend on Facebook. I can't believe I was stupid enough to do that. I have gone so long without ever adding anyone I ever date anymore to Facebook. Too much un-needed drama. So the real question is...do I delete him? I mean, I have only known the guy for two weeks and he was never my friend. He doesn't really have business knowing what is going on in my life. Hmm.
My roommate is out of town this week. Being that she doesn't clean, I have decided that this week I am going to go through every crevice of the apartment and pick up the dust balls that are constantly congregating underneath cupboards and in the corners behind the couch, etc. I swear, if since last year I had never picked any of those little balls up, we would be living in a mountain of dust. I guess some people are okay with that. Guh-ross. I keep reminding myself that if I ever want to move out of this effing apartment and to the beach I need to get a job (among other reasons, of course) and dammit, I am going to do it and I can't fucking wait.
Time to do the dishes because, OF COURSE, I will be left with them since most of them are not mine and someone is leaving tomorrow morning for a week. Bah-humbug. After which I am going to relax and watch an awesome (sarcasm) movie called Motherhood starring Uma Thurman about a woman who is a mother. I was convinced by my own mom not to go to the gym because "if you are sick at the gym people look at you treating you like you have the plague". I replied, "you mean, like a Leper? Are they going to throw stones? I'll bring my helmet. Can you imagine me on the treadmill wearing a football helmet?". Then we both laughed because actually, we could imagine me on a treadmill with a big football helmet on my head. Halloween costume, anyone?
Okay okay. Dishes.
(PS: Someone just asked me to check and see if the laundry room was in use, and if I had never been asked to do that, I would have never stepped in dog shit. "Let's just hope it was from a dog," is what was squeaked back to me. Nice. Real nice. I guess the powers that be really wanted me to be fragrance free.)
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