And I. Got. The. Job.
Hooray!!!! That's so exciting!
Jayne ,'The Train Job'
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And I. Got. The. Job.
Hooray!!!! That's so exciting!
smonster, that is fan-fucking-tastic! Congratulations! So happy for you. Yay!
smonster, congrats on a successful job hunt.
Steph, how does Tim respond? How do you want him to respond? "Did you leave a message? No? Why not?" "Oh, we never answer the landline." "Did you call her cellphone?" "Why are you calling me ?"
Hooray!
That's wonderful, smonster! I'm so happy for you!
New starts for everyone!(Did I say that out loud....well, okay, I wish.) But it's totally cool that smonster goes first. Tep, hope your dad gets a new hobby. That totally isn't texting(Ugh, my brother...don't get me started on that.)
I. Got. The. Job. I start 6/24
Wooooooooo hooooooooo!!!
And the downside to the ludicrous decision to call applesauce an ultra-processed food is that, if I'm comparing apple(sauce) to oranges, and fucking applesauce is a Big Bad Ultraprocessed Food, then fuck it; I'm going to get a sausage and egg McMuffin instead, because it's ultra-processed, too, and if they're both evil, then I'm getting the one that is the best breakfast sandwich ever (voted on by: me), and not just apple ground into a paste.A friend of my mom's High School priest told the kids that French Kissing is a Cardinal Sin! so, having been necking for years, they all went ahead and fucked.
My rescue dog was in a horde and is pretty much anorexic and agoraphobic. He's improved more than I ever dreamt, but also continues to find novel ways to be weird. Being 7.5 pounds (up from 6!) and toothless, however, he's pretty easy to manage.
Wonderful job news, smonster!
I. Got. The. Job. I start 6/24Awesome!
Congratulations, Smonster! That’s awesome!
Something weird is happening in the universe. A guy has flirted with me in public for the second time this month. This is roughly the equivalent of the number of men who have flirted with me in my entire life up until this point.