Life at Work

Today was the breaking point. I couldn't get out of bed until quarter to three, and I never got out of my pajamas. And for those of you with inquiring minds, no, I don't mean cute little jammies covered with sheep jumping over clouds. I mean baggy old cotton pants and a ragged out long-sleeved t-shirt. Sheesh.

On the upside, a staffing agency called wanting to place me in a corporate temp-to-permanant position. So I'm going in on Thursday for a two-hour interview. I'm not really sure why they need to interview me for two hours. Pretty much every interview I've ever been on has taken about fifteen minutes. Maybe they're not really a staffing agency. Maybe I'm going to be detained for a lengthy session of waterboarding and then sent to Guantanamo. At least y'all will know where to forward my mail.

In the meantime, I actually have some things to accomplish, so tomorrow I'll have to get up, shower, and get dressed. Unlike today. Days like today are permissible every once in awhile, but not too often, or you lose your sense of . . . I dunno . . . some kind of meaning or something.

Maybe I'll figure out tomorrow what I've lost today. If anything.