Son of a Bitch

The company that I applied for a "Real Job" at (I was surprised as well) just took down the listing for the position on their "Careers" page. So in other words, I'm dicked. This was the job that was going to allow me to scale back my teaching (which I only realized this week I really want to do, because I'm sick of getting financially screwed over by 12 year olds), erase my debt in a matter of months, and buy lots of neat toys. Now it's back to looking for that second part time job that won't quite make me kill myself.

Ironically I was just thinking about how I need to blog more and need something to write about, and well, there's something. Not quite what I was hoping for of course. I was actually excited about the prospect of that job. And I hate jobs! Now I'm really tempted to look for something similar, even if it's not as steady. If I got this last week, I would've been pretty damn depressed, but for some reason I feel oddly positive (now that the initial "SON OF A BITCH" wore off). Hey, I'd still rather have the fun job that pays money, and maybe it's just the exhaustion screwing with my mood.

Anyway that's all for now. Maybe later I'll cross post the recap of the Gamma Ray show. That my band openned for. Because we're awesome. Mostly.