"Murphy" is a bastard

Yep, him and his stupid laws. And I can think of a few choice places where he can stuff 'em too. Oy vey.

Here's the latest round of my life always succumbing to these stupid laws. I got a call for an interview, for tomorrow morning. Yep, from an app that I sent in two months ago. Sonuvabitch! And what do you bet that I bloody well nail this interview too? You know it's gonna happen because I'm supposed to be moving this coming weekend. Oh well, if I get the job then at least I won't have to spend a bunch of time job hunting. Of course, I'll have a lovely hour drive to work, but who knows, maybe something can be worked out there as well. That's assuming that I'll get the job. Heck, I'm not even sure what kind of position I'm interviewing for since I applied for like five with this company!

And the frustration continues. I'm telling ya, I'm really getting tired of packing and unpacking things. I still have things packed from when I moved to North Carolina, which was about 4 years ago. On the up side, it'll be like Christmas when I finally get a chance to open up those boxes! But, I was going to talk about my latest irritating frustration. It seems that my idiot boyfriend didn't bother to move the boxes that I had packed up, like he said he would. Oh yeah, so surprised. That in and of itself is no big deal, but since someone went through the boxes that I packed while I was gone this weekend, I'm more than a little peeved. Now I get to rearrange them all over. You know, when I pack a box, there is actually a method to my madness. It may not seem that way to someone else, but when I put certain items into certain boxes, I really do have a reason for doing it that way. So now I get to waste time doing it all over again. And if I happen to find anything missing, I'm going to go ballistic! I really don't think that I will, but if I do...