Fail, timing. F-a-i-l.

[chanter1944]

I do not want to go to a freaking mock interview (yes, a mock one, ugh), especially not when it's supposedly going to hit a high of 106 today. Fraaaaaak. Add humidity to the mix, and... ugh, says I. Again. Emphatically.

Quoth my ex: That is all.

Sooooo much iced coffee will be drunk toda--oh, bad idea, then I'll be up for bloody ever tonight. Um. Decaf iced coffee? ... That'll work.

Comments

[meimichan]

I like the kitty icon, very cute!


Yes, it's too fucking hot out for ANYTHING. At least after I told my manager that I felt like I was going to throw up because it was so hot at work this morning, I think she ignored protocol and blasted the A/C in the store. YUCK.

And I'm going to Chicago in weather that'll be maybe 5 degrees cooler than this...yeah. Yick.

Enjoy your fake interview?

[chanter1944]

The fake!interview went really well, rather unexpectedly. So did the large majority of the rest of my day. I'm in quite the good mood, to tell the truth.

Stay safe in Chicago, you. And by safe, I mean out of trouble and hydrated, not necessarily in that order. :P

The kitty is the same kitty that's on my lap in that picture on my desk. She's Daisy, the three-legged torbie lap cat from the Whitewater shelter I volunteered at in college. A friend and fellow volunteer took her home. Lucky, lucky Rebecca! She has a chirpy, cuddly purr machine in her flat now.