Day 25 → Your day, in great detail6:47 am--My alarm goes off (far earlier than normal). I stagger around, make coffee, take my meds, log on to the internet. Spend the next twenty minutes checking my e-mail, Facebook, Twitter, and ONTD.
7:20--ONTD gives me
this post, wherein VickyT and Matthew Gray Gubler hang out doing something. Through my haze of all-consuming and instantaneous jealousy, I can see that even from an objective point of view that her dress is a very poor choice.
7:50--I stumble across a pretty adorable Merlin/Morgana fan video on YouTube utilizing "Uptown Girl." I go on a Billy Joel downloading spree.
8--I am beginning to feel conflicted about the job interview that is scheduled at 10 this morning. Going on my vague remembrance that it was something at an insurance company, I look up the address. There are three insurance companies in the same building.
8:02--I create a Facebook event for my and my best friend's Valentine Party. Looking for picture, writing up a hilarious description, etc.
8:15--I ultimately make the choice to skip the interview, which is irresponsible and rude.
8:17--However, I cannot bring myself to feel incredibly guilty about it, because 1) I have no shot at all at being what the company could need, given that I have no knowledge or desire to learn about insurance, 2) I would have to look like a moron walking around all the various companies out there and asking which one wanted to interview me, and 3) Getting there and back would cost me at least $60 in cab fare.
8:20--I resolve to spend the hours I would have spent interviewing and whatnot doing heavy-duty applying to other jobs that I have a sliver of interest in.
8:35--I make breakfast burritos for breakfast. They are delicious.
9:00--General twiddling around on the internet. This includes re-watching the
musical number from How I Met Your Mother, reading a couple fanfics, scrolling through The AV Club, and so forth.
10 through noon--Application time. Everything from teacher's assistant to a form that wants to know if I'd be interested in the dressing of a wound.
Noon--Shower, hair, clothes, makeup.
1 pm--I begin walking towards the mall that's down the road from me a bit. I have a gift card to an ridiculously upscale store and intend on blowing all of it today.
1:10--Quick detour into the park nearby, to see if the pond has thawed enough for a rock to punch a hole in the surface. (It hasn't.)
2:10--Arrival at the mall. Walk around the men's undergarment section in Dillard's feeling awkward, but I end up finding a three-pack of white v-necks and buying them.
2:25--I walk into the terrifying store. Amazingly, there are sizes below 00 (which they do offer), so I can try stuff on. Even more amazingly, one of the dresses actually fits, and has been marked down from
$188 to $50, thank god. Add on some ridiculously blingtastic earrings, and this successfully wipes out the gift card.
3:50--Cab it home. There is a package in my mailbox from a Jewish Publishing Company. I know this because they identify themselves as such on the outside label. Inside is a book titled
"Do I Wear My Nose Ring To The Interview?", a finding-a-job manual from my aunt.
4:15 through 5:30--I work on decorating one of the t-shirts. Tedious, but fun to work on when there's nothing but
Friends repeats on.
5:31--Having woken up earlier than usual, I decide it's time for a nap.
7:30--Awake. Upon returning to my e-mail, a chat window pops up from a friend reading, "I am in a room with Tom Hanks and Steven Spielberg." He is apparently at an HBO press conference, chatting with me when he should be transcribing all the obviously-insightful things Steven and Tom are talking about.
7:45--I scroll through Fandom!Secrets and am unimpressed by today's haul.
7:48--I locate a recipe for gravy online, to add to the biscuits I will be making.
8:05--I start typing up this fine entry for you folks. :)
The rest of the night, post-biscuits, will be pretty much stationed at the computer, looking for random items to amuse me, or to watch irritating people on my Twitterfeed say pretentious things. Also to watch the people on my flist say much more interesting and funny things. /relentless pandering. :D