Black Friday

How did my birthday go?

• Went to bed 2 or 3 hours early instead of staying up and writing to chase a job.
• Got up 2 or 3 hours early to go to the interview for the temp position.
• Bus.
• Trolley.
• Bus.
• Short walk.
• 30 minutes of paperwork.
• The interview. "We can't use you. You just got fired from there."
• My supervisor and her supervisor are my recommendations, at their behest, by the way.
• Playlists > Artists > Rage Against the Machine > Play All
• Now, I would go home and drink, but I have to sell my digital camera for the 4th time.
• This is a joke. I always set these appointments (one this past weekend) and they pull out.
• Rob tries to keep me from pulling a Nathan Petrelli. It barely works.
• I bet him they don't show.
• I get there 15 minutes early.
• I wait for 45 minutes.
• They don't show.
• I go home.
• Quickfly through the Internet.
• Am so aggrieved and about to implode I take all that stress and fall asleep.
• I wake up a couple hours later. My parents have gone to a high school basketball game.
• My brother never played.
• And graduated in June.
• And is here trying to get together with his possible girlfriend.
• They come home.
• No cake.
• No ice cream.
• Nothing resembling a present.
• My dinner is almost two hot dogs.
• This is hour 2 of debating whether murder or murder/suicide is the new black.

If tomorrow goes this badly, let the media know I was horribly misunderstood and they
all had to sacrifice themselves for penance.

Six Feet Under No Doubt