and, in a brilliant surprise, work farks me over again

Today at about one, I called Kristin, and there was no one there. again. During supper, she called, and said that since so many people quit at work, she was had to work today. And it turns out that her history teacher (who lives next door and is advisor to the Key Club [I think] was having her over to supper or something. So she couldn't go to a movie or anything tonight. And her grandparents are coming over for a few days, so it looks like this'll be it until maybe Thursday or Friday. Gah. Stupid work screws me even after I quit.

In other news, I went over to Officemax today, and asked about the status of my application. They said they'd call me tomorrow to set up an interview. This looks good.

In our continuing coverage of anything and everything that's fit to type that isn't too long (because I take lots of breaks from writing this blog, because I can't seem to concentrate on it for long), "Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground" by White Stripes, is a really fun song to play on guitar. Which I play. Semi-well. I suppose. I mean, for only playing for a year. Without lessons. Hey, why the hell are you still reading this? it's time to stop. Also, it's time for me to stop typing or else I'l