...of Arizona. After countless phone calls and holdups, I was told I got the job in Eagan. I don't have a start date yet, but I hope to be in Target Field for the home opener this year, and whatnot. What a long process it was.
The Milkmaid is poised to steal my thunder, as she is being eyed by Target's corporate office for a job that would represent an insane 40% increase (as the one who didn't waste time in show business, she already makes more than I do).
Sometimes my zero key doesn't work, so I have to hold it down.
Wooooooo, I guess
Well, there are still a few interesting restaurants to hit while I'm here.
I rang out six people at work yesterday. Yikes.
I should hear back about a job opportunity today.
They used to bring this rat out of there and they used to eat it.
My mom is visiting starting tomorrow, and she may even catch us in a state other than debilitating sickness.
A friend of mine, when we were in college, told me that he read that the average person, over the course of his life, will have seven ideas that would make him a million dollars if he just acted on them. Despite the dubious nature of the claim (how does one quantify this?), it at least had the benefit of inspiring me to become the unrealistic person I am today.
Been laid up at home caring for Sour Cream, who thankfully seems to have sidestepped pneumonia. I'm getting stir crazy.
