GUESS
GUESS
NO SERIOUSLY GUESS
So I went to Amy's, and as we ooh'd and ahh'd over the sheer delight that is Star Wars Force Unleashed, I got a call from Wal-Mart to schedule an interview for the next morning. So, 10:00 AM this morning, there I was. And like an hour and a half later, they confirmed that yes, indeed, I was hired to be a cashier.
So, I have to go in tomorrow so they can do all the official paperwork, and the day after that I am officially a Wal-Mart buttbuddy.
Honestly, I don't care much that I'm going to hate everything and everyone there. I think I'm actually going to be able to numb myself to that. I'm just excited to have money coming in soon. YAAAAAAY
But man though it's going to be a bitch going from a year of unemployment to suddenly working a bunch and stuff. Words of encouragement, anyone?
And officially: REST IN PEACE, QUENTIN THE NINJA PHONE. Yes, only a few moments ago, I received a text message, which proved to be too much for poor Quentin, and he's gone. A moment of silence for Quentin.
BUT HEY I HAVE A JOB NOW SO I'LL BE ABLE TO GET A WORTHY HEIR TO THE NINJA PHONE THRONE.
Hopefully.
Meanwhile, I'll be searching for the cheap-ass back-up phone so I don't die from Colintexting withdrawal. 'Cause that'd be just terrible.
I'll give Quentin a proper burial. If anyone has any words for Quentin, you may say them now.
Also, free journal CSS? Why yes, I think I shall.