I've been sitting on my ass for 7 days now.
For 4 of those days I was just chillin'
the past 3 I have been trying to find work.
I'm not a picky person when it comes to working a shit job,
I just don't want to work with food anymore and hey, if I can get away from customers while I'm at it I'll take that too.
Sadly, finding those awesome jobs isn't a reality for me.
I have an Interview tomorrow for selling shit over the phone, I actually can't wait to see what it's like to be abused by people I can't even see.
I was about to go to the library before I got offered the interview, dammit.
I need to read more, I need to Internet less, I need to write more, I need to care less.
I'll let you know how I go. But as if you care, right?
p.s.
When I feel that coming tension, I want to run in your direction. Panics got me by the collar,
I need to go your way. If it feels right, I'm gonna stay out tonight. Cut the tension, cut right through, I'm coming straight for you.
p.p.s. As I was writing out the lyrics to that amazingly uplifting song I got a phone call offering me another interview, although this one's in Sydney, Psyched on another interview but not psyched on Sydney traveling.
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