My Aunt Mary also sent me some beautiful old Haviland plates that have pink roses on them, and I took pictures of them and now I cannot find the $#%#@@& pictures anywhere up in here and am annoyed. Trust me. They are lovely.
This used to be my favorite holiday. Before life took a, you know, turn and my heart got smashed to bits and cupids started liking anal.
I must run to my interview now, and do you know this is my third interview on Valentine's Day? What are the chances? The first one I had on Valentine's Day was for a major floral company, where I worked in LA. It was one of my favorite jobs ever. I only left it because we moved here like eeediots.
The next year I was working at that job, happy as a clam, and one night the phone rang. It was this company where I'd interviewed the year before and never heard back. "We were so impressed with you when you were here a year ago," they said. "There's another position opening and it pays 11 million dollars a minute. Would you be interested in coming to interview?"
I really wasn't interested, but it really did pay a ton, and it was close to my house, which in LA means a lot, because I don't know if you've heard about the TRAFFIC there. There's this thing they have there with the freeways and the cars and the many many people. I was driving an hour each way to go 16 miles to the flower job.
Plus did I mention the big big pay they were offering?
So I went there, to that interview, and it was Valentine's Day, and people were getting flowers at the front desk that I recognized as "our" flowers from my current workplace, and do you know they had me meet with five or six different people, one after the other, with no breaks and no offer of coffee or water or anything?
I later heard that's what they do to kind of see how you perform in dire circumstances. Yeah, thanks.
Afterwards, I got back to my real workplace, where we all had on jeans and no one was getting flowers because we were flowered out at that place, and it was all so fun and creative and I loved everyone and I said, yeah no. No 11 million dollars is worth it. I loved that job. Did I mention that? Plus it's not like I didn't make decent money there, either.
And now here I am, jobless, having to drive an hour for an interview on Valentine's Day again. The CIRRRCLE of LIFE!
I tried to get Edsel to be Circle of Life this time.
And no, I didn't get shoes from Zappos. Those are my tax documents. I had my taxes done yesterday, speaking of 11 million dollars.
Okay, am off. Will let you know how it goes. Happy stupid stupid stupid Valentine's Day.