So, second entry of the day. How do we feel about that. Does it mean that I just have so much going on I must break it into several entries, so as not to overwhelm my readers? Or does it mean that I have absolutly nothing to write about but I am so fucking bored I want to babble somewhere and torture you all with it.

- most likly the latter.

I had the old emergency lunch today. That bag of popcorn in the back of my desk. I forgot mine sitting neatly on the counter, waiting all day for me. I had packed an apple, a can of pears, some pickles and 2 hard boiled eggs. That would have been a lovely lunch. That would have tasted fabulous. The popcorn has been in my desk for months now- not so fabulous. Oh well, such is life.

I have to go to this interview shortly here. I am getting nervous. I fucking hate interviews. Why do they have to ask all the same stupid questions. Why do you want to work for us? : uh duh, I must want money.

What do you think you will add to this company? add...I dont know, do bathroom breaks get monitored that closely??!!!

I will feel sick until I get it over with. Not because I need the job that much- just because I hate interviews that much. I also hate being the new person, not knowing my way around or the answere to anything. I hate it. I like to feel in control and confident. Besides- you know damn well the other employees pick you apart being new. Oh well. Mama needs a new sterio and a scanner and a muffler and a scooter shed and ...oh fuck it I am just tired of being broke all the fucking time- I can do this.