finally, an interview!

i guess things happen for a reason, after all. i think that anyway.

several years ago, i met a guy named jim (wendell, you'd remember him). he was alright but could be a bit obnoxious at times. however, i remained nice to him and have become somewhat of a 'bar friend' of his.

when he found out i was back from hawaii and was looking for work, he told me about a position with avis at the airport that he thought i'd enjoy... upon investigating, i found out there was nothing available at the time but to keep in touch.

so, i did... and a position has opened, which i applied for this morning, er, afternoon.

the interview went extremely well, probably the best i ever had. linda, the recruiter, could not have been more personable and asked every question in which i'd prepared. for each answer, i never had to hesitate. she asked, i replied.

so, we'll see how it goes from there. perhaps i'll get the job because i think it's certainly the best for me and my plans.

i turned down another interview today but because i don't think it's the right job for me and i don't really have the best vibes for it. nothing totally negative but just not that 'good' feeling, ya know?

at eleven, i am going to an interview with gables but it's the same situation as the one i turned down. it's just a job, which is what i'm looking for since i WILL be in school this fall. but, it's in the morning and i don't have time to respectfully decline. and, my friends stuck their necks and names out so i will respect not only myself but them as well.

ugh. i hate this. i've been home a month and nothing. then three things at once. when do you accept? when do you turn down? when do you accept 'change'? so many damn questions. i hate it.

you have to have money for a car. a job for a car. a car to get to the job. a home. a place to live. all this shit. it's so stressful. i can't imagine how people live on the streets. i'd have to find the nearest razor and slit my wrist if i was driven to that. it's the worst feeling ever.

you know your friends are there and you cherish them yet you cannot help but feel like somewhat of a burden. you can't help but think that you don't live up to standards while attempting to hold on to your integrity and your pride.

have you ever tried to swallow your pride. it's much like an anaconda feels, i have to be certain, when he fucks up and eats a small child.

alright... that's all of that.

i just got finished eating. tom bought salmon so while he was playing with the computer, i cooked... and, oh, was it good! i glazed the salmon with a lemon-mayo sauce and sauteed apple slices with it. then i made pesto pasta from scratch as well as cheese-garlic buscuits and a salad to start. tell me i'm not talented!

(ask me tomorrow if it made us sick...)

thursday is drag idol so i guess i'm going to head down to underground. this week, i think, is vegas. should be quite the show.

oh... have any of you been getting obscene pics on your phone lately? if not, ask leslee about them because she loves to make me puke with fat bitches in awkward positions. if i get the chance, i'll upload that nasty shit on here so i can make ya'll sick, too.

speaking of fat bitches... well, i gotta go.