I Hope You're Happy
Thank god for the weekend. I'm going to get sloshed like crazy. Mom just called to ask me, "Do you know what today is?" And I said, "Uh... Friday?". And she says, "It's Good Friday."
Man, looking for jobs is a roller coaster ride. They like me! They really like me! Woops.. no, they really don't. How do I compare to others? Should I dress better? Talk about something else? How do I make myself interesting?
It's like dating, except people can be assholes and it's considered normal.
Just bombed miserably on an interview for a really cool job. The guy was nice – but I think karma is catching up with me or something, maybe for all the crap I said about Egyptians and New Delhi tuk-tuk drivers.
Thank god for the weekend. I'm going to get sloshed like crazy. Mom just called to ask me, "Do you know what today is?" And I said, "Uh... Friday?". And she says, "It's Good Friday." Yikes. Of course she continued with, "Remember when you were young and all the stuff you used to do for church? You need to pray more." Ok mom. I'll do that right after I existentially bludgeon myself with a Pinot Noir.
Music helps. My 'happy' band for the moment: The Format. I like Oceans, on their new album Dog Problems. I posted about them earlier and their gorgeous guitar work on "On Your Porch" right before I left for Asia.