Friday, November 9, 2007

When the frost is on the punkin...

Then it's officially too cold for me. I'm about to scurry, yes scurry like a little mouse off to work. Yesterday, in my infinite wisdom and forethought, I picked up a dayline for today. I needed to make more money to save up for potentially training for a new job. Then after I got off the phone picking that up I checked my email and saw that no, there will be no training for any new job. Don't now why. Guess they didn't like my interview. I'm coping. Very disappointed. Not liking rejection. Tired of thinking about it, but you know how your mind doesn't just let it go like that. At least I get time and a half for the dayline. Like my dad has reminded me, it's all in God's hands. And like J says, I still have a good job and am fabulously healthy. Always look on the bright side of life, huh Jamie. Still...arg.

Off to work - that is, if I can find my way out of this disaster I call my room. It's reached an all time catastrophe level. Who wants to clean it for me?

Breaking news - there's an onion warning on the interstate. Beware.

Happy Birthday Jamie!

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