February 11, 2002 :: 5:27 p.m.
the job application from hell
Ergh. I went to Kohl's this morning to fill out a job application. It was atrocious. There was a regular application, and then a 95-question scantron test. I was hesitant to apply, because they tore down the old drive-in to build their store, but if they want to give me a job I may be willing to let go of that grudge. They're hiring for overnight stock people, which would be good solely because it would keep me far away from the general public. I'm not too crazy about the prospect of being a "sales associate." All the girls that work there are orangey tan and have horrid bleached hair and wear too much eyeliner. I do not fit this description at all. Blah.
Okay. I have a question for clothing stores: why do you put swimsuits out in February? It's cold. People are still carrying around winter fat. Wait a while, please. Spare me the thoughts of that much exposed skin until it's at least t-shirt weather.
The cookies that I was going to make last night may never see the oven. The dough is really dry and crumbly, and whenever I tried to roll it out it cracked apart. Damn you, Martha Stewart! Your recipe is shit. Perhaps I'll just fall back on the good old oatmeal chocolate chip orgasms. They're always yummy.
My house is empty. This is a rare occasion, indeed. My parents went to dinner and Mason is at a friend's house. I'm going to Joe's in a little bit, though, so I won't be around to enjoy it. I'm downloading a bit of music before I go - Si Se makes my ears happy. I'd like to run out and buy the CD, but of course I can't afford that, so I'm downloading it. As long as I get it somehow, I'll be satisfied. I must have it in my car as soon as possible, or the world will end. Seriously.
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