100 Percent
I did my test today and got 45 out of 45. The problem with that is that there were bonus questions as well, so I could have gotten 48 out of 45. But, no. 10 minutes after the test I remembered the answer to one question and realized my mistake, and the other I wasn’t sure about – I thought it was a trick question.
So I’ll be happy with 45 out of 45… WTF?
It was a long day again, although we got out at 4:00. I forgot all about the fact that we have to work Saturdays. I have to go in again tomorrow, for crying out loud.
I don’t have much choice since I called about job #2 and was told that they’d hired someone else. Well, thanks for the call-back, guy. I guess that’s too much to expect when you can just keep telling someone to call back to find out. Fuck head.
However, I’m still happy with these past couple of days, regardless of whether or not I’m going in tomorrow. If this is what I’ve got to do, I’m doing it. Starting next week I’ll have my mornings free to look for other work, but I’m kinda hoping that this job goes well and I’m there to start getting benefits in 6 months.
Tomorrow perhaps I’ll put up a song for you. I know, you can hardly wait. But it’s a song I created myself, not just something I learned to play on the piano as a kid. So you’ll be able to hear an original “jafer creation”. Is that not something special?
Let me keep you in suspense. And you can ignore telling me tomorrow that it’s not something special.
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Maria
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55
is the new 30. I want the world to close their mouths when they’re eating or chewing gum. If they don’t, I want to elbow them in the face.
100%… ooooh! You *are* a smarty-pants aren’t you?
I dropped in last night but was too tired to write anything to congratulate you on your new job (regardless of how sucky it is, getting through the interview above all the little snotheads who apply is always worth congrats). So, uh, congo rats!
And I hate those people who never call back, too. Assholes who think they’re more important than *us*?!