shit. I just hit SEND. I think I was just inquiring about a position in Texas. I feel a little bit like a traitor. Damn my loyalty! I was a bit coy. Just putting out a feeler, since the position isn't announced yet.
Eeek.
um. Maybe some Prospect~ma?
Shit. How am I supposed to go to sleep now??? Was I too coy? Did I come off as a jerk? Ye Gads I haven't applied for a job in a long time.
Wait! I didn't apply... merely inquired about the soon to be open position.
much squiggly-ma to you as I head for bed. Night all
Thanks, d!
Prospect~ma to you, omnis! Also to me, as I finally e-mailed my first potential future wife.
um. 1st potential future wife? Huh? How does that work?
Oh, omnis. So new, so unsuspecting.
Short story: arranged marriage.
Long story: it's one in the morning. Perhaps someone will have filled you in by the time I wake up.
when it is 4am and there seems to be no end to the packing (and realizing that I have no more boxes for glasses in THIS house, and three empty ones in the new house), I do NOT need to hear the "ooga shaka" song from Ally McBeal
okay, if I just left everything I didn't want in the apartment, that would be worth the security deposit, right?
arranged marriage. Why does this suddenly sound appealing?
Shouldn't all you people be in bed?
ya, I guess I should... but.... kinda wondering if I'm doing the right thing with that sending in a note to another theater.