I need a cocktail. A huge frickin cocktail. I just completed two weeks of Job-roulette.
I have a job!
Wait, yes. Yes? No.
So…… no then? Okay, I’m cool with that.
Let’s just say I’m having issues this week with the powers that fund government….. stuff. They “really can prove the critical need for my program” yet it can’t can be extended. If you need me I’ll being sitting under my desk with an aluminum foil hat. Do you know what Nam Myoho Renge Kyo means?
I'm not going crazy, I'm not going crazy.
I’m glad to say that as of today right now I’m still the occupant of cubical number 423, 995. Cool. Tonight I’m going to go celebrate by seeing Dixie Longate put on a Tupperware show. Buying some plastic crap will cheer me up.