Dear Diary

You know you're high when you can't stop watching Maid in Manhatten. I couldn't stop thinking about Rape Fiennes banging that Quantus stewardess in the bathroom of the plane. Dirty Bird.

A guy just rode his unicycle past my window. During the daytime a young family usually passes by- Dad walking the dachsund, Mom in her hippie sundress blowing bubbles, toddler running up into every lawn they pass, and then curiously enough a tabby cat that has a collar with a bell on it is also walking with them, off-leash, I've seen this procession twice. Kinda nice.

The forsythia bush that began blooming yesterday is today snowcovered.

I think I have limited weeks left that I qualify for unemployment. Fareway is hiring PT Meat Counter. It's not a cubicle.

Phone Interview

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The phone interview blew. I waxed on about how I was unable to communicate with my old boss. The interviewer asked me to "name a time when you had an interpersonnel issue with a co-worker and how you dealt with it?" I should've said "yeah I had an issue at work with an overbearing boss and I neglected to address it, so instead of being pro-active I got canned". But no I walked through my entire year with the overbearing boss. It was like doing a confessional on Real World, this phone interview, it's just you and you go on and on, it's blahgging on the phone. Just shut up already. So after that the interviewer says "it sounded challenging" I said I appreciate that, to which she ended the interview, "well that's all I am looking for and we will be in contact with you next week and if we should move forward you will have a phone interview with the CEO. Either way we will be in contact with you next week". I said ok thank you. Then there I was sitting on my yoga ball staring at my computer just dumbfounded at what a terrible interview I was just a participant in. SO I put on God Ween Satan and kicked the air (like Sailor and Lula in that David Lynch movie Wild at Heart) to the first song "you fucked up, you bitch, you dirty nazi whore" which is loud and crazy. and made me feel better. Then I thought I should write thisbullshit down, so's not to make the same mistake again. Thank god for Ween.

Say goodbye to the Peanuts gang

So I was tres miserable at the ol' MLife call center and I faked a perforated ear drum as well as a family emergency which meant that I missed too many days during the good ol' probation period and therefore they had to let me go. Thank fucking god. I loathed that job. Cubicles blow. Also the job itself blew, helping angry rich people move their $ around within these horrible annuity contracts. A) I would never invest in an annuity so why would I want to work at something I don't believe in and B) I had to drive to WDM everyday and battle for a parking space and C) Life is too short to be stuck doing something you hate even for a minute. My mother disagrees with that, ye ol' happy martyr, but I'm pursuing other things. Back to politics perhaps, I'm good at it and there are causes worth getting my ass out of bed for. This brief stint in corporate America helped me gain perspective on that. Wish me luck.