I was driving up to Atlanta, content to have a nice relaxing weekend up at my grandmother’s, when I get this voicemail on my cell saying that I’ve been shortlisted for a job up here, and could I interview on Monday.
I’ve decided to try and quit smoking. Well, I’d put it on my 101 Things in 1001 Days listing (#20), but I think I’m ready to at least start looking at my different options. I don’t know how successful I’ll be, but I really need to do something. There’s not any particular thing that’s making me feel this way, other than when I was sick at the beginning of the
The Doctor is FINALLY coming to the SciFi channel!!!! Yes, that squeal of geek-girl delight heard ’round the world was me. As long as I can get Barty Crouch Jr. out of my head when looking at the 10th Doctor.
I’m trying everything in my power to stay at work today, but I don’t know how long I’ll be able to keep this up. This morning, I went for a Root Planing, or as my doctor described it, a deep cleansing on the right side of my mouth. It’s supposed to be sensitive and such, but not terrible. The problem is that because he numbed the shit out of the
I I just received notification that I’ve been shortlisted on one of the jobs that I’ve applied for in Atlanta. It’s technically only a six month contract, but it does have right to hire, and since it’s for the government, it does look pretty solid. I’m still pulling for the other job that I phone interviewed for last week over this one, but at this point, I’m willing to take