Title: Blar.
I am a tired little geek. Mentally, physically, and in all other ways. Moving sucks. Yes, it does. My job is lame and I don't want to go any more. I'm pissy about this fucking inventory project, because I have NO idea how to approach it, so I'm cutting class to watch "Office Space" and veg out. It's a great way to decompress. Plus it let sme put off packing for another day or two.
So I got a call at work from what turned out to be a really cute girl who somehow ended up with Reilly in her yard. Turns out the damn dog scrabbled at the sliding glass door until he nudged it open and went on a walkabout. Some kind soul picked him up and dropped him off at this lady's house, thinking he was her golden retriever. He was muddy and happy -- apparently the mutt went for a round in the pond -- so she cleaned him up and let him tag at her heels for a while. I got the mutt and brought him back to the house. Artemis was sitting royally out in front of the sliding glass door, paws extending out in front of her. Zippy was hunkered down by the neighbor's gate looking confused. She said, "Mrowr?" I shook my head, rounded up the fuzzbags and did a head count. Amazingly, the two fatass cats and Jaz stayed inside and minded their own business.
The job search goes well. (Yes, I'm looking again. Spumco sucks.) I had an interview yesterday for a GOAT (Geek of All Trades) at a little company in Loveland. They want me back for an all-day interview next week. *boggle* All DAY? I don't have all DAY to spend at any interview. I told them I'd have to do a half day, if anything. But the job does look cool. I'll keep y'all updated.
-- marcie.