we are microscopic in the eyes of gawd :: :: ::

the yoga place didn't want me. i did one of those "followup" calls i always do when i'm expecting them to call me back for an interview (i expected it because the manager said "we'll give you a call in the next few weeks when we do group interviews") and the manager i spoke to on the phone said "no, we're not hiring right now but we have your resume on file so we'll give you a call when there's an opening." uh huh. fuck, just tell me you don't want me already.

my attempts to find a job have been half-assed at best. maybe my subconscious doesn't want me to get one. i keep thinking i can make enough money by doing research volunteer stuff. right. and of course the only reason i want a job is because of christmas. if it wasn't for the holidays, i'd say fuck it and go on my merry way.

to make things worse, it started snowing today, and for some weird reason, boingboing called this 1800s diary a "paper blog." what is this world coming to?

Wednesday, December 01, 2004

your people will never call my people.