In unemployment news, I've landed a freelance job and I had a phone interview yesterday that went well. The freelance gig doesn't pay much, but it's more than my unemployment checks. The FT job, eh, I don't know. The company sounds grand, but the job may not be a good fit for me. I don't want another job that causes me panic attacks all the time. We'll see.
Spike's Bitches 49: As usual, I'm here to help you, and I... are you naked under there?
Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Yay Zen! Go you with the job work!
Shir it sounds like they would deserve anything you dished out. Though I would've just given up and gotten breakfast if they didn't give me the tools I needed!
Woohoo for work!
This freelance gig is requiring me to have a bunch of software that I have to buy. I did not know this before I accepted. I mean, I did know I had to have the software needed, but I thought all that was needed was Word and Excel. Now I'm buying Adobe Acrobat and I have to buy a math editor too. This is annoying. They're not paying enough for this aggravation.
Insent Zenkitty.
alas, it seems Gahan Wilson has died ... he was 89
Oh, that is sad. He somehow always seemed ancient and eternal to me.
I have a book of his - poems and illustrations - Now We Are Sick.
I think I gave that to my brother, the title sounds familiar.