I don't know if it's small town so much as small.
I know, UCLA horror stories, but the boutique hospital I went to sometimes, one doctor threatened me with a spinal tap if I kept insisting I had pain. I tugged open my gown and said "Go for it" and he, unsurprisingly took another course.
t looks way too much like I'm looking for work.
Isn't that the game? Says the woman about to get into a vintage dress (I picked #2--it's from the 80s).
I have no words for the Buffistas with family illness problems.
(Samsung tablets are the bomb, brenda)
So much ~ma for tommyrot & family.
I went back to the suit, and then when I got to work found a spot on the skirt. This is where I blame Tino, right?
With a sweater on instead of a jacket, it looks just like a nice outfit, not a job hunting outfit.
Oy.
Interview~ma for everyone who needs it, and job~ma that the right ones land in your laps.
I feel horribly queasy and don't know if it's stress or bad eating or what. I had homemade fish tacos last night and a poached egg and bacon this morning, which doesn't seem horrible to me, but I feel like ass. I am assuming stress unless something else asserts itself. Anyway I suspect the best answer is to face some of the onerous tasks before me. Ugh.
Honestly Consuela I would hope that those interviewing you aren't looking for spots on your skirt. It'll be fine, and you'll be great.
Okay, off for mine, as soon as I find lipstick!
