Good Bye Mongo!

My two weeks have started, and if you piss me off, they can become a few hours.

My resume paid off. I have a second interview with the owner of the company, Rick Ruby. (Please Note: Rick Ruby is a different person than Jack Ruby--the man who killed Lee Harvey Oswald ( Read more... )

I hate doing this GD! resume crap. Damn you Mongo and all your hateful spite!

Scott and I got contacts yesterday at SEE. I'm fairly excited about this . . . uhh . . . new and ambitious endevour . . . I think. No, really, I am. We did however have the most expensive lunch (for what we got) ever. COSI, come-on-now--no need for such prices. It really isn't necessary! Damnit. But I can see!

The planter box Scott and I made officially looks damn good. It has for a while, but I wanted you all to know.

Honey Bunches of Oats!

This is officially the countdown of when I will no longer work at BD's Mongolian BBQ. Its days are numbered. But as of today--I work near the 12 hour mark. Hah, love it. I am going to take the Civil Service Exam, and try and get a job at the Ambassador Bridge with one of Scott's buddies. Or, a mortgage job . . .

crime takes a holiday

I wanted to build a Sandcastle Metropark Beach today but I didn't. however I did have a nostalgic time with Dave LaRue and San Nguyen--the old roommates. I had left a box of books, Scott's and my luggage, and an assortment of random photographs. I love nostalgia. But even as it was the last day for Wordsworth Estate, I am incredibly happy that ( Read more... )

I have to work the morning shift today. Bah.