Numb Cookies

I accidently deleted my 15 pages of writing from the last year and a half.


Staring blankly at my monitor, I made some lame attempts to recover the precious documents from the wasteland of my hard drive. My best friend left town and she took her my little ponies with her. As frantic as I was, a revelation came to me: maybe this was my mind's way of telling me it's time to start over, clean slate. After all, it has been quite the heinous year. T-mobile bill fiasco, my aunt, work crap, __________ (fill in the blank), you get the point. I guess this blog is the only writing I have on file. I guess that means I have to dig out the ole notebook and get cracken.


Technology blows.

Tent, check. wild look in my eye, check.

The recruiter hasn't called me back yet and I am beyond stressed. The acne on my face has rarely ceased, and I want to apply for more jobs but I am uncertain that I can. I don't know when I am to recieve the call back for an interview. I might have to email the HR guy again to get a better answer; that is if I don't annoy him again. I just want this to be over with, I want to find a decent place (with refridgerator? NO, asking too much!) and have a job. Then I will deal with the rest of it.
Maybe I can just be homeless and buy a tent, sell all of my things and hope for the best. That would be kind of nice.

Good News, that sore should clear up after a week.

The recruiter called me the other day at work, after getting an email from HR stating that I was interested in a job opportunity. She mentioned that she didn't have my resume and I sent that along with the job that I have wanted. (Which I still could be rejected for or might not pay enough) I have a lot of hope for this, it would be a new job experience and it is something that I think that I would excel at. Besides, if I get shut down for a PA job I am going to be feeling a little down. Although I could always still apply for the master control position in Burbank; it is a definite possiblity. I feel that I should have applied for that one first knowing that I currently am in that field. Oh well, I guess I will just have to sink or swim. Wish me luck.