Since my last post the following things have happened:
*We have endured the worst April winter storm that I can remember. It's fucking freezing outside, we got more snow than we had all winter, and the wind is blowing 200 miles an hour. I feel like I'm going to have a fucking heart attack when I think about the prospect of living in this climate for the rest of my life.
*I graciously cancelled the interview at the church that was to take place tomorrow, while audibly cursing the existence of the Dimmest Wit Ever.
*I applied for a very good job (one that actually requires a master's degree) two hours away that I'll never get. But, if I do, I'll be forced to coerce my sister into letting me and my two dogs borrow the upper level of her home from Monday - Friday for the foreseeable future.
*I exposed myself to some pop culture and watched Scarface for the first time. I have never been able to figure out why drug dealers don't get out while they're on top!
*I turned 29. It fucking happened. Predictable as a pineapple in a Mai Tai. The good news is that I got a free monster cookie ice cream cone at the casino. Also, my dog that puked in my slipper (see Thankful for Eight Months until Thanksgiving) puked all over the floor of my bedroom, but since it was my birthday I made my long-term boyfriend (LTB) clean it up. If this puking continues, someone's going to have to go to the vet. Did you know they now make Birthday Cake Oreos with confetti filling?
*My mother told me to apply for several ridiculous part-time jobs in far away towns. I don't think driving 45 minutes away on $4/gallon gas to work with developmentally delayed adults for $8.25/hr or to tend to the needs of convicted, hepatitis C infected felons is the solution to anyone's problems. Once again, I was forced to launch an explanation of the objectives of my job search in some detail.
*I was invited to interview for a job that's actually HR related this Wednesday. Unfortunately, it's an hour drive each way so it will have to pay well enough to make the commute affordable and bearable. The position requires a high school diploma so I'm not going to hold my breath, but I will let you know how it goes.
*One of my group members for a class I'm taking this semester has failed to complete her portion of the final project as she had a "doozy of a week" and was "sick all weekend". I cannot begin my portion until she finishes hers. I think I'm just going to do it all myself since I'd have to redo what she did anyway because she cannot think critically, logically, or strategically, and she cannot articulate a thought or form a complete sentence. Stupid bitch.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have papers to work on and Oreos to eat.
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