Mr Realist is making BBQ chicken kabobs over charcoal this evening, and I'm throwing some shit away (and labeling it) for Saturday's yard sale.
I want to thank each and every one of you, LDs, followers and readers, for your prayers about the job at Camp.
I didn't get it. Not even a call back or an email telling me 'you're not what we're looking for.' Sat in the shower on Saturday afternoon and just cried. I want to every time I think about it. My status on FB that day was "is resigned. Not has, is." Resigned to that it's becoming more and more like I'll be here, in Hell, for the rest of my days. And I hate it.
But I have to be strong.
I have to make a 60-second video telling a panel of judges why they should pick me to spend a Month at the Museum (yeah, I'm entering a cheesy contest *grin*)...without swearing. LDs, do you vote based on content or visuals? I've already gotten my 500-word essay (down to the word!) and the application completed. I'd
Heepwah, and be safe out there