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Jul. 30th, 2003 03:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sethrakSomething that's bound to make my lifetime list for both most unique and most touching thing ever said to me:
"You are the most precious piece of pirate treasure I ever stole."
::sparkle, sparkle::
I need to think about sweet things like that. Waiting for the damn phone to ring with a reply from one of the palces I applied to has me pacing the cage. We don't have an answering machine, so I can't really leave the apartment for longer than to check the mail or do laundry. Gah..... I hope to hell that the itnerview for the cleaning job next Tuesday pans out. I need a job. It's not like we're in danger of losing the apartment or starving if I don't get one fast. But we could sure use that money. And I could use something to *do*. I got a postcard in the mail today from target, informing me that they were pleased I had chosen to apply but they have no positions for me at this time. pretty much the same thing the lady from HR said to me.... ::grump::
I got an e-mail from my oldest little "bother" today. Poor boy seems kinda lonely. His best friend/honorary brother Jim got transferred to a Naval base out in Hawaii, and the wife and kawaii lil daughters are of course going along. Poor Jer was helping them with final packing today, and is pretty depressed. Most of Jim's family in AZ adopted him as one of them, so he's still got people to hang out with when he can't get the leave to see his blood family. But still. It won't be the same.
I just wish I had the freedom to go take a damned walk around the neighborhood without jeopardizing my chances of getting a phone call from a job lead. Watching BAV and reading 'A Pirate Looks at Fifty' helps pass the time, but it's not quite enough. If I don't get a call by 4:30, I'm leaving a short note for Dav and taking a walk around the apartment complex, at the very least.
"You are the most precious piece of pirate treasure I ever stole."
::sparkle, sparkle::
I need to think about sweet things like that. Waiting for the damn phone to ring with a reply from one of the palces I applied to has me pacing the cage. We don't have an answering machine, so I can't really leave the apartment for longer than to check the mail or do laundry. Gah..... I hope to hell that the itnerview for the cleaning job next Tuesday pans out. I need a job. It's not like we're in danger of losing the apartment or starving if I don't get one fast. But we could sure use that money. And I could use something to *do*. I got a postcard in the mail today from target, informing me that they were pleased I had chosen to apply but they have no positions for me at this time. pretty much the same thing the lady from HR said to me.... ::grump::
I got an e-mail from my oldest little "bother" today. Poor boy seems kinda lonely. His best friend/honorary brother Jim got transferred to a Naval base out in Hawaii, and the wife and kawaii lil daughters are of course going along. Poor Jer was helping them with final packing today, and is pretty depressed. Most of Jim's family in AZ adopted him as one of them, so he's still got people to hang out with when he can't get the leave to see his blood family. But still. It won't be the same.
I just wish I had the freedom to go take a damned walk around the neighborhood without jeopardizing my chances of getting a phone call from a job lead. Watching BAV and reading 'A Pirate Looks at Fifty' helps pass the time, but it's not quite enough. If I don't get a call by 4:30, I'm leaving a short note for Dav and taking a walk around the apartment complex, at the very least.
