I would really like to work there. The employees I talked to seemed really nice, but there is a small hitch. The guy who I gave my application to recently quit, so if he did something with it besides giving it to the manager or whatever, I am screwed because he is gone. I can always fill out another application, but I hate those things.
I am set on getting a job pretty soon here. If I don't I am gonna be screwed for this summer, because the tour of Europe I'm hoping to go on will cost a pretty penny, and what if my parents make me start paying rent or something of that sort? And what about all the useless shit that screams at me from store-shelves, "Katie! BUY ME!"?
If the higher powers at work have any mercy, they will let me get this job. Being around music all the time will be good for my soul. Well, I have to go get ready for group, only to report that I have been doing totally swell off of all of my former meds.
And then I have to rent a movie or two.
And then I am going to visit Stefan.
And then I am going to come back here and write about my addiction that is similar to one for crack, yet not nearly as serious.
Once the piece is written I will print out copies for skool tomorrow, and then I will probably post it in Mad Ravings.
Because that's how my life is.