Welcome to Hotel Schwa. Heh. ended up crashing here last night, as her heat was off again, and she seems to despise her apartment.

In my groggy state of waking up, I’m vaguely aware that such a thing may start rumors, but then I remember that my circle of friends is close enough to where that *ahem* WOULDN’T HAPPEN. Heh.

Today, I have brunch with and cashing of check and work. Later on, Green Spiral. I need to either download or catch the Sean Kennedy Show sometime today as well.

Hrmph. Self-diagnostic has returned the mood value of fussy. Clearly the function needs some de-bugging.

That interview went impossibly well.

“You have a very professional appearance and presentation of yourself.” “You have Linux and Unix skills? YES!!” “It’s a brand new position, and we were supposed to have a meeting this morning to lay out salary and hours, but that got postponed.” “From your resume and what you’re familiar with, you sound like you could do this job AND take this company in new directions.” “We’re all geeks here, from me, an old-school coder (this from the HR guy), to our CEO, to our secretary… she’s going to school to be a network admin.”

Me – When can I expect for you guys to get in touch with me?
HR Dude – Monday. (A specific date, not a time frame!)

I’m going to finish getting ready.

I am going to get something to eat, so I don’t get light-headed in the interview.

I am going to go and rock out this interview. I am going to get this job.

This title feels oddly appropriate.

Last night, I was so upset (amongst a deluge of other feelings) that I had to remove myself from the situation I was in. I’m warring internally about posting here about what brought me to that decision.

The one thing that’s stopping me is the fact that I haven’t been able to approach each person individually and let them know. Once that’s done, *SHRUG* who knows.

I’m a fussy bitch today.

I have an interview tomorrow for a Network Administrator position. I have work scheduled with the contracting company, but I told Thatch that interviews have higher priority, so it’ll be all good. I will get this job. I WILL get this job. I WILL get this job.

I fussed out of control in the car earlier. Pulled the scene straight out of the beginning of Whole Nine Yards. was torn between concern and hilarity. I have a two-liter of Dew now, and I’ve cleared out useless lists from my Yahoo Groups. I feel better. I’ve also caught up on reading LJ, which I was way behind on.

and just washed all my dishes. I owe them big. I’m going to vacuum in a few mins. I think tonight I’ll post something more meaningful. Oh, and RantRadio will be broadcasting something live tonight. I asked them this:

Would it be possible for others to expound upon what SK:TFM has done with the AfterNow, make our own reports “back in time”, and send them in to you?

The listening audience is spreading like wildfire here in Lansing, Michigan, USA, and I’d like to help keep it going since you guys don’t have the time.

They responded with:

I’ll propose this to Sean and see what he says. Listen for the response on an upcoming show of The Sean Kennedy Show.

– Cimm

I’m excited.

TAURUS (April 20-May 20): The annual Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest invites good writers to compete in creating awful prose. This year Rephah Berg won with this passage: “Angela perceived that her relationship with Tom had always been rocky, not quite a roller-coaster ride but more like when the toilet-paper roll gets squashed so it hangs crooked and every time you pull some off you can hear the rest going bumpity-bumpity in its holder until you go nuts and push it back into shape, a degree of annoyance that Angela had now almost attained.” I hold this up as an example, Taurus, of how you might go about performing a goofy desecration of the thing you do best or love most. And what’s the value in that? If you approach it with a tender intention to take yourself less seriously, you’ll awaken dormant power in the thing you do best or love most.

I need to fill out a FAFSA and email Dr. Wolfe again. *SIGH*
I need to talk to CoreComm HR about my old 401K stuff.
I need to let the desire for companionship and physical closeness pass around me like a breeze, not slam into me like a Mack truck.

“Well, look at these morose motherfuckers right here. Baaaahhhhng!”