Señor Grumblecakes (jervo) wrote,
Señor Grumblecakes

Eating lunch and thinking about the next few months. I'm officially interviewing for my job on Monday; the process apparently entails a 3-level Word proficiency test, a typing test, and a filing test; then a review of my application and resume; face interviews with my current supervisor, who will also check my references and talk to the lawyers I'm currently with; then a final interview with the head of HR. I should have this job in the bag, but I'm starting to get pretty nervous. Because if for some bizarre reason I don't get this job, I will be seriously fucked.

And then there's the whole band thing. For whatever reason, this recording project is pretty much not happening anymore. And now I'm getting mass e-mails from people I was hoping to recruit to be in my band, announcing gigs with more established bands. It's disheartening and discouraging, and even then, I'm still more worried about the job thing.

And of course my pedal is still broken, and the guy who broke it didn't even touch it yesterday. So that's another $300 I'll have to come up with if I ever want to gig as the one man band again.


Due to an impulse that I can't seem to resist, I'm also just gonna let you guys know that if you'd like to take me off your friend's list, I'm not gonna be offended. There's this wierd LJ vibe that taking someone off of a friend's list is somehow some sort of unspoken, dreaded event; I certainly don't feel that way. I know my journal probably bores the shit out of some of you - that's totally fine. I'm not writing it to entertain anybody - I don't necessarily care if anybody reads it anyway. If you were waiting for some golden opportunity to not feel obliged to keep me around, then consider this your green light. Although you shoulda just done it months ago.

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