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I guess I should post, wot? I haven't had time, what with all the temp work from 6p - 2a. And before that, just pretty much the utter desolation and depression of mounting bills and vanishing income. This temp work came just in time. Had a 5.5 hour job interview the other day. Splitting headache by the time I got home after 1.5 hours in semi-traffic, and then I had to turn around and go back the way I had come another 45 minutes to do temp work from 8pm until 2. I hope I get the job I interviewed for, but I have to say, that 3 - 4 hour total commute every day? Yeah, not so much. I had just launched into this diatribe about not being able to work and the stress it's causing, but I let it go, because I really kinda wanted to post a happy entry about having at least a little work and hopefully, the prospect of a job. So like, the least you could do to repay my swallowing Lola whole is to cross your fingers for me, even though it's a job I do not want, because what it is is a job I desperately *need*. And thanks. Have I mentioned I gave up sugar for Lent again this year? That means no self-medicating at a time when I have never needed or wanted it so badly in my entire life. Man, I must love God. Peace out, copyright 2002
- 2005 Katie Doyle; all rights reserved
In which Katie shares sad news - Wednesday, Apr. 01, 2015
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