Day 14

If I had a dollar for every f bomb I dropped during the 4 hours I spent on hold with unemployment today, I wouldn't need that government cheese. Hold. Transfer. Hold. Transfer. Hold. Phone dies. Your estimated wait time is 42 minutes. FUCK. Transfer. If I don't come across some permanent employment, I'm gong to need to invest in a speaker phone so I'm not walking around my apartment like a crazy person waiting for a sign of life.

When I wasn't #487 in line on the unemployment hotline, I was being social. Met up with friends from jobs past and jobs way way past. Had my fair share of dirties and trips down memory lane. Happy I've worked at all the places I've worked and met the people I've met. Even more happy to cross paths now and then.

Have an interview tomorrow AM at a new Italian restaurant/artisanal shop. Don't really know what I'm interviewing for. Don't really have anything to lose.