Gaslighting Abbie... it's a luscious invention for three.

Sweet.

Yesterday I learned that you can only eat so many bowls of peas before you... really start to dislike peas.
I couldn't stop myself; I just had to finish them off.

Weeeeellll, I had a job interview today with a cafe that's going to open in the new EcoMotion building on 16th and Sandy.
Oh wait, that's like right down the street.
Oh wait, it's starts out at $9/hr plus tips.

Oh wa--sometimes I feel like Kathy Griffin when I talk and/or type.
Nobody likes to feel like Kathy Griffin, not even Kathy Griffin.

Anyway, it went about as perfect as a job interview could go. I wouldn't have to wear a polyester uniform. It's right down the street from the infamous apartment and I will definitely have enough money to eat real food without fearing that I'm going to overdraft the debit card.

Though, what will the blog become when it's no longer a place to harbor my angsty complaints about customers and how officially mentally handicapped they are when it comes to making important decisions such as:
Small popcorn or medium popcorn.
Diet coke or sprite.
Cappuccino or latte. Wait, what's a cappuccino, is that one of those ice-y things with the whipped cream on top? Yeah, I'll definitely have one of those. Oh, it's not one of those? It's what? Real coffee? Ew, I don't want that.

Anyway, I fear talking about the job is going to piss off the universe and I'm not going to get it so let's all just SHUT UP about it already.
God, stop asking me; I'll know by Thursday.


Yes, chew on that one for a while.
Good thing I'm not in school so I don't qualify as an honor student--BWAH HAHA--shhh.

It's more or less 4am so really, this behavior should be expected.

I'm going to bed.