Dear Ben ( Read more... )

They're fucking assholes.

I should be more used to this by now, but it doesn't make it any easier. I'll be over it soon. I think there's a part of me that revels in feeling shitty, and I want to appease that. After all, soon I won't have any of this happening to me, and then what will that part do?

Dickweeds.

I was in the mood for a change, so I changed my livejournal layout to something that was done completely for me by premade_ljs. A bit different than what I used to have, so that's fun. It's funny though, a change in my life really consists of changing my online journal. I don't think I care enough to really make humongous changes ( Read more... )

Being said and done with this callback, I think I did a really fucking awesome job.  Yet, 14 hours later, I'm still analyzing every single thing that happened last night.  I even emailed an acquaintance of mine who was there to ask what they did after I left.  I then realized why I don't talk to her anymore, she never really knows how to edit ( Read more... )

Welp, I fucking rocked, but they had me sing and then go. So why didn't they have me dance? Who knows. Nothing I can do about it now but send a nice email.

Callback tonight. It's the main role. Nervous. Excited. I'm going to have a blast no matter what.

They immediately called me back for Horton! Shit yeah! We'll see how it goes.

She's typing. Right behind me. My desk faces away from my coworker, and I can hear her typing. I'm not sure what she's typing. Like there's really anything to do. Maybe she has things to do. But if she does, why don't I? It's a really vague place here. I think about all those people who keep jobs like this their entire lives. Jobs where ( Read more... )

Tee heeeheee

I'm supposed to be at work now. But I'm not.

I do think it's psychosomatic though, because my stomache actually does hurt.

Weird, huh?

Situation ( Read more... )