of a different, less entertaining sort than previously mentioned, I have a job interview tomorrow morning. Yikes.
As I briefly mentioned earlier (because I wasn't sure it would be confirmed so quickly) my as-of-this-past-Saturday ex-coworker L.S. called me about a job opening in her full-time job. Turned out she recommended me and her "scatter-brained, blunt-speaking" boss said bring him in, and a date and time crystallized.
That is why I am nervously sitting here typing away instead of drinking and laughing at The Empty Bottle watching my friends band Zelienople play tonight *sigh.* Which what you should be doing right now instead of reading this whiney drivel!
Anyway, I am nervous. It's been nearly four years since I last got off my ass and out of my depression enough to interview, except for that Photography gig that didn't pan out. It's not for a exciting job (mail room), but it's got Health Benefits, regular hours, and the commute is about fifteen minutes from my apartment. The perks alone may outweigh any shitty pay or mind numbing work involved, right? Hell, L.S. says she smokes at her desk in her office; so, no outdoor smoke breaks in the winter!
Okay, I must check over my Resume and References and such.
Wish me luck.