Wednesday, September 26, 2007
I used the past perfect?
Well fuck, I guess I have to eat a turtle, as the lady from one of the film distributors got back to me yesterday. Never saw that coming.
And nothing I could ever write is ever going to top that fucking picture.
My interview totally rocked. They will never hire me. But there is not a single thing I could have done differently (I assume), so that's all that matters. But there is a chance I may know by Friday. And someone picked up my Saturday shift, so regardless, I at least have a three-day weekend to look forward to. If they are going to NOT hire me, I sure hope they at least tell me before my big weekend. Then I can feel bitchy on my time rather than theirs.
I know, you're thinking, wtf? But I'd get over it on my time so much faster. I have magical things at my fingertips. Like wine.
As long as they don't do second interviews, please jesus...(which always then makes me think of "second breakfast").
I have so many bitchin' movies in the other room needing to be watched. The hell am I doing in here writing? GRIIIIIIIINDHOUSE!! Or, uh, part of it. Fuckwits.
The premiere of House (season 4) the other night was awesome. Kinda meandered along and really kicked you in the nuts at the end, great stuff.
Ready for October and cool weather. Pumpkins and nutmeg.