Oops.

This year I finally made resolutions at the beginning of the year: new job, GRE and grad school. Since my job now is sucking my soul out of me in a tortuously, agonizingly slow way, I've decided this will be the first resolution I tackle. Plus Chaz was whining about me looking at Grad School programs when a new job might not allow me the time...

I've applied for something like 15 jobs in the past week. I'm beginning to feel like the job slut. I'm cycling through these so fast that if I was taking on Johns I'd be able to quit my regular employment. But you know, I have a contract and I can hang in there.

Whilst praying for another job I also periodically ask that my boss be smite-ed by a hangover, dysentery or that she randomly gets hit by a bus or MACK truck on the way to work. I don't care what happens so long as I don't have to put up with her crazy for a day. Today was one of those days! Also since the kids were "testing" (because, you know, they're all so ambitious) I had lots of time to work on other things like grades, and cleaning my room and cover letters. I had already drafted a few of these on a legal pad, and decided to bring it out just in case I was inspired today.

On the way out of the car this morning my Starbucks was far more important than The Blue Pad. So I put it one the trunk, where it miraculously stayed all day. I imagine that hobos and crack heads don't really need a blue legal pad. That is it stayed all day until my boss came back from her meeting at 2:00 p.m.

In her quest to be Good Samaritan of the Year, she starts asking around to find the owner. I'll cut it short and say that once she started reading and one of my girlfriends freaked out, she might know I'm scavenging for a new job. Awesome. Funny thing is I don't really care.