Her voice, hurried, pounded it into me. “You need to be able to interview this afternoon! After 4, maybe around 5:30.” And I thought to myself “What business person in their right mind would start an interview at 5:30?

It really did sound promising. There was the money - $13.00 an hour. But that was all that was going for it. They expect overtime, and a lot of it. The attitude was that I should not allow school to get in the way of the job. Nice fucking attitude guys, but I still thought it was a possibility as I choked down a chicken sandwich from Wendy’s, still wearing the (monkey)suit, and rushing to class. The job should have been titled “Division Leader’s Bitch”, not admin assistant. I don’t mind running an office, hell I did it before. But if there needs to be a pool of assistants, I know I’m in trouble. The manager seemed nice, if a bit troubled, and he was very honest about what the job entailed. And really, I thought about it seriously, until the elevator doors shut and I realized that the time away from home, and away from school is still not worth the money.

So I saw Julie as I drove into school and I told her that I got a position. I feel like a dumbass now, for although I am sure they want me, I don’t want them. The interview was overly rushed. The place, just slap-dash cubicles, seemed cold. Too much flourescent light and the office is over by UCF. No where near where I want to work. The idea is to stick close to home. So another opportunity is about to bite the dust….

No word from OUC, losing hope on that one.
We meet the puppy on Sunday.
I have three papers due next week.
Mom is coming next week
I am really stressed. Someone bring me a green candle, I need to cast some spells…..