Miracle Job

The best part about my new job? The hours. 11:00 a.m. to 7:30 p.m. That might not sound so great to you morning loving fools, but stick a sunrise in it. Shoot, my whole life my goal has been to find a job that doesnít require me to get up before 9:00 a.m. and now my dream has been realized. Itís like a miracle.

It is so too like a miracle! Shut your face.

Ok, so the job pays less, who cares? Did I mention the hours?? Also, in addition to my two weeks of vacation, I get a paid week off at Thanksgiving and a paid TEN days off at Christmas. Mmm hmm.

Never fear, Iím sticking with Dullardís, weekends only, so the pants folding excitement tales will continue uninterrupted.

9:00 a.m. and already consumed 20 ounces of diet coke. Still sleepy. Just think, at this time next week I could still be asleep.

I had an interview yesterday. I know, how many jobs does Toast need? As I had already accepted the new fabulous 11-7:30 job, I wasnít planning on going to this interview, but figured what the heck. Some turnip head had found my resume on monster.com and wanted to know if I would come in to discuss a potential job opportunity. Well of course I would, I love interviews.

Not really though.

I swear half way thru the interview I wanted this manís head to explode. He. Would. Not. Stop. Talking.

I am typing this with my eyes closed. Thinking I need another diet coke soon.


2005-08-30 at 9:13 a.m.