h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

25 May 2005

Last week I applied at another animal hospital in Gainesville. According to Dr Ingles, they need an experienced technician very badly. Apparently, four years of experience was plenty, cause I applied, had an interview the next day, did a working interview on Monday (23 May), and once the tech manager (I guess that's what she is) talks to the owner of the clinic (who has been in friggin Europe for the past week) I should have a job.
I would really like to be working right now. I have bills that require financial appeasement. I would like to be able to purchase food, fuel, and pop, and have my car's oil changed. I would really like to open a new bank account with a much more nationally known bank and open a new savings account for my GTFAFG fund (Get The F**k Away From Georgia).
Actually, I'd much prefer to be sitting in an apartment in St Clairsville, Ohio, typing something much more happy into my journal. In the kitchen would be a platter of brownies fresh from the oven, with peanut butter chips and macademia nuts. In the living room would be Big Daddy, playing Goldeneye on my N64 and laughing as he blew up a tank or something. Also in the kitchen would be Web Masta, having just accepted some pizza from the delivery guy and about to call us both in to eat it. In my lap would be Aidan, my sweet charcoal grey cat. He would run into the kitchen and beg for some pizza with the meow that he uses when he wants people to think he hasn't eaten in days and is a neglected deprived animal. He's so full of s**t.