Jobs are for people who dont know how to bitch.

Today was another bar call of a former co-worker...yeah, same kaka, same pile. At least i was stoned this time. I needed it. I had a job interiew this morning and it sucked supreme.
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My Interview: A play in one act.

Dude: So what exams did you have to re-write?
Me: Business. And Real Estate.
Dude: Oh. Those ones are important, arent they?
Me: Well...they all are important...
Dude: Well. We cant accept your application until you pass...
Me: Oh

{45 min later..involving why i failed, how many other people failed, and that they pay 20 grand less than the old place}

Dude: So, when you pass, let us know. Or if you dont, let us know then too.
Me: [hitting head against desk until i pass out]
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Joys.

As something funny, the guest DJ that the Boy brought into town on Wednesday came over yesterday to get stoned. Too funny. We bonded over our mutual love of Jackass.

Things are weird with the Boy still. Hes gone for the weekend. Time for me to think about stuff. Im literally sitting at the point of telling him i love him, or to leave.

Gawd. I need to find something cheerful to write about.