It's Wednesday, and I still haven't heard anything about the job at Gander Mountain. I'm trying to decide what my "deadline" is for hearing from them before I start sending out stuff again. I'd really hate to get into a position where I've got to decide between two jobs. Especially after not being able to get one for so damned long! Needless to say, I'm getting discouraged. Ah well, if I don't get this one, that just means there's a better one out there somewhere. Because, you know, I've done so freaking well finding one so far...
Don't mind me, I'm tired for some reason, so I'm crabby. I'm going to blame the Kitty of Doom since he's been super snuggly. And when that Purr factory starts going, I'm helpless. It's a lot better then how he wakes me up though (toe pouncing can be painful!). Gawds, I'm just bored and crabby and they're feeding off of each other. Oh yeah, and hungry too. I wish that I had a relationship where I could sit down with the one that I love and have dinner at a normal hour. You know, the same time period every day, kind of thing. I know, I'm demanding. Though if I were smart, and I've never said that I was, I'd stop trying to fit in and/or live my life around someone else's. I used to use the excuse that I was in training to be a parent, but at 36 without kids, the chances are getting slimmer and slimmer that that will be the case. So, either I need to find some backbone or a better excuse. Or better yet, I should just run away with Criss Angel and have a brood of his babies. Yeah, that's a good plan. Okay MW, shall we head off to Vegas so I can kidnap my future husband/baby daddy? And do you think I should let him know first, or after?
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