Why am I up at 2.30 in the morning when I have an 11 am interview?
BECAUSE MY AIR CONDITIONER JUST DIED. I mean like NO NOISE, WIND, NOT EVEN THE FANS WORK.
I'm officially asking for donations. I found a cheapie Frigidaire for $109 at PC Richard that will get me thru the summer, but I still have to pay $50 for someone to come over and take my old clunker outta the window and another $100 on the diagnostics to see what the hell went wrong. If it's a fan or belt busted? They'll pop it in, and all will be happy. I hope.
If not, it's off to PC Richards on my measly unemployment (WHY CAN'T SOMEONE HIRE ME?????) and the magic of lay-away begins. If they even have lay-away anymore. I don't even have a fan that works, that died, too.
SHIIIIIIIT!!!!!
Send me an email, I'll give you my paypal address. I am sooooo not kidding about this. Now I'm going to open the window and try and get some sleep. Let's hope I don't lunge at my interviewer later this morning, grab her by the lapels and say
PLEASELETMEHAVETHISJOBI'MBROKEANDFREAKINGOUT!!!!!!
ahem.
Do I have ice cubes? Maybe I'll just sleep in the tub. At least I'll have time to shower when I wake up, I'll be right there.
In the words of Charlie Brown....
GOOD GRIEF.
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