Interview over.

So, what's the story, you no doubt ask.

I don't know, that's the story. I stumbled badly on the first question or two, but after that I seemed to straighten up and was able to answer without looking like a total moron. The day, h0owever, did not start off well. I woke up at 3am thanks to the assholes that live across the way from my apartment partying into the night (I cannot fucking wait to move back downtown where I belong, I hate Towson), then when I did finally have to get up this morning, my hair was totally fucking flat after I rolled it up and curled it and spent hours on it last night trying to get it to behave. Then, to top it all off, I missed the train this morning and ended up having to take an Acela train, which is 3 times more expensive than the regular MARC I catch every day.

Yep, it's safe to say that it's not been a good morning at all.

I'm wasting time in Cosi now, eating an expensive (but fucking delicious) sandwich and waiting for the clock to turn past 1, because I'll be damned if I'm going to work during my compensatory time that I had to put in for. Ater 1pm, I can head back - it's my "allowed" lunch hour. Being that it's Friday, I hope it's slow at the unit today, but one never knows. But it's got to get better, after the hell that was this morning.

This morning has proven to me that I'm just not better yet, as much as I want to think I am. I was hysterical after seeing that my hair was just.... awful. All that work that I put into it, and I blow up. God. And here I thought I was doing so well.

I really need to start listening to what my own body tells me, because I didn't feel well last night, but I couldn't put my finger on why. Guess I know now. :( It's like I get these little warning signals before I have what I call "an attack". I need to start paying attention to this shit.

Ah, well. Enough for now. I won't know anything about this job for a couple of weeks yet, so it's back to urine and idiocy. Sigh.