July 10, 2003 :: 12:43 a.m.
hello, my name is Amanda and I'll be your moron support this evening
I find myself suddenly very tired, despite the fact that it's not even 1 o' clock yet. Very strange indeed; perhaps the night-owl in me is in need of medical attention. Or sugar. It's either a broken wing or lack of sweets, I'm sure, but don't ask me to sort out the specifics. My brain cells are peculiarly sedated tonight.
My second interview at the photography studio went... well, it went. It wasn't great, but it wasn't terrible. I carted in my photos and things, and the owner/photographer guy (who we shall call Darwin, as that is his name) told me that they were excellent prints with good tonal quality, especially for something done in high school. I glowed for a minute, but then I got all mucky again when I realized that I put entirely the wrong sort of thing on the CD that I supplemented the photos with. The lady who interviewed me yesterday told me to bring "examples of digital work." I don't have any photos scanned in to show or manipulate, so I was left choosing from a small pool of digital drawings and a few collages and mods that I've done using pictures that I didn't take. It was rather embarrassing to realize that they were going to look at this stuff and label me as a complete dolt for giving them stuff they didn't ask for. And while I have no problem being called a dolt, because I do act rather doltishly on occasion, I would rather earn the title through personal interaction rather than through a bunch of images on a computer. Bah.
I'm not confident, but I'm still sort of hopeful. If I get the job, great. If I don't, I'll deal. I have plenty of experience by now, after all. I'm going to drop off an application at Barnes & Noble tomorrow, and pick one up from Linens & Things (a.k.a. Sheets & Stuff). Heh. The Job Hunt & Such plods on.
Adam goes to Penn State Harrisburg tomorrow to register for classes, and then he has a job interview in the afternoon. He got an offer from one of the temp agencies that he signed up with this afternoon, so he's just chock full o' options right now. I'm happy for him in all of this, but at the same time I've been dreading the school/work thing. I'm never going to see him. It sucks, but it's true. We'll both have school all day, and if he and/or I and/or both of us work, we'll never get to spend any time together. And if he takes the job from the temp agency, I won't get much time with him for the remainder of the summer, either. Is there perhaps some generous soul out there who would be willing to send me a few million dollars so that we could both just skip the work and move in together? Because that would be splendid. And I would totally bake you cookies.
Well... my mind wishes to go on, but my body doth protest. My eyes are drooping like mad, which means that I need to get ready for bed ASAP or face another morning of waking up fully clothed with engine grease oozing from my face and fur covering my teeth. This is a terribly unpleasant feeling, one I've dealt with for three mornings in a row and counting. As such, I'd really like to break the streak. So it's off to the bathroom with me, and then to bed. Or at least into the bed; I'm sure reading and TV-watching will inevitably ensue. I wish Cartoon Network would run a Family Guy marathon for me or something, because that show cracks my shit up. I covet the DVD set with all of my shriveled little heart. Le sigh.
Goodnight, be well, and send lots of money.
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