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Friday, November 08, 2002

Yeah, I've been a slacker on updating this in a timely manner - I'm running several days late on getting pics and such up. Eep. Sorry. Anyway, I wanted to show off the pics of the lovely flowers my Love bought me the other day, so I finally got around to uploading them off my camera and here they are. :)



Was supposed to go over to my friend's mom's house yesterday to help her with learning ACT! (I created her database for her, and now I just need to get it set up and show her how to use it) but I never heard from my friend. I stayed off the net all day too waiting to see if he'd call to arrange for me to get over there. (My Love has my car during the day because his is still not fixed so I'd need a ride to get to his mom's house). Actually, I haven't heard from him in days so I hope nothing's wrong. Need to reschedule obviously at this point, since I never heard from anyone yesterday.

Um....haven't gotten a call back or anything from my interview on Monday. She said she expected to call people by the end of the week, so I probably aren't in the running. Most likely had to do with something asinine like those questions on their bullshit "personality test" - which I bitched about the other day. Eh. I guess I'm at a point where I'm not taking it personal anymore. It sorta seems like this is just the way the game is played - I go on an interview once every other week or so, I don't get the job, rinse and repeat. Blah. Actually, ideally, I want to work part time. I just can't honestly say to myself I can face working 8-5 again, it's just too damned much for me. Something, even six years later, I've never managed to get used to. Physically, emotionally, mentally - I just get so burnt out from it. I can feel it taking years off my life when I have to work those types of hours. Besides, what I want to do is work part time - help bring in enough money to cover some bills, leaving us more money to enjoy ourselves - and have time for me to go to school. So I can get certified in web design, or something similar and work either freelance for myself - making my OWN HOURS - or at least getting a job at a place that's more suited to me and my nature. Artists don't thrive in corporate cages, and as much as I balk at the lofty title of artist, I really am one.

*shrugs*

Anyway, there's really nothing else to ramble out, so ttfn.

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