somebody shoot me, onegai

Goddamn, work sucked. The funny thing is, the way it started out you would think the night was going to go smoothly. Yet, ten minutes after we'd been there Becca ('nother manager, and a friend) and I looked at each other and said "it's going to be a looong night." Boy were we right.

You know you've worked too long at a hellish job when you get a feeling about these things. There were bad vibes in the air, and they were laughing at us.

( the night that sucked )

::breathes sigh of relief::

Man, it feels good to have that interview over and done with.

I had a phone interview this morning, with the WinBe company in Japan. It's about 10:00 pm where he's at, which means my ass had to get up at six this morning. Blech, I think I got a total of three hours sleep. I get insanely nervous about these things.

At the risk of jinxing myself, I think it went rather well. Looking back over it, I don't think I really faltered on any question. I still hate the "if I were to ask your friends about you, what would they tell me" question. If my friends thought I wouldn't find out, I can only imagine what shit they'd pull ::glares at gomes and angela:: brats.

I'm still edgy, mostly because I won't hear back until mid October. Ah well, a little patience never killed anyone (it simply drove him crazy).

day off = me going back to bed