I'm sure you're wondering by now if I got that job.
Well I didn't, so suck it. IT WASN'T MEANT TO BE.
Except it totally, totally was meant to be.
But, I did get a super nice email from the manager as a consolation prize. Sort of a 'hit me up in 2 years' email. That's probably exactly how Cindy Crawford started her modeling career.
Did the email make me feel better? Slightly.
Are they signing my paychecks? Not.
In the meantime, I am applying violently.
Regardless, my hatred towards my current job has me convinced my future imaginary company is just working hard to present me with a ballin' package of benefits, salary and other legit things I don't even know about yet. I probably haven't even heard of these benefits 'cause they're gonna be so sweet.
Yeah, they're totally just waiting for me. Whoever they are.
It's all about
In an attempt to distract myself, I've had a bit going on.
Boyfriend bought this
I won this
Drove to Oklahoma like this
Aaaaaaand the big reveal.
I'm white.
Boyfriend and I ran a race just like this
And this
And this
It was called Mud Run and was 6.2 miles and 35 obstacles of dirty sweaty insanity. And free beer at the finish line.
If you say the first part really quickly then free beer at the finish line is convincing enough.
It worked for us.
Boyfriends puppy grew into this
Started a marathon training that looks like this
Cooked a dinner like this. Or was this, rather
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