Neurosis

Again going back to the catharsis idea. I have a telephone interview this afternoon with GE call centers. While the job is unglamorous as they come, I must say that it’s better then selling coffins to people, or working for $8 and absolutely no respect at my current dead-end job at a pseudo art gallery run primarily by carnival folk, and staffed by some wonderful people that are currently being oppressed by the Carny Regime. Yeah, I’m having employment issues.
Anyway, getting off this rant of a tangent, I’m really quite nervous as I have put all my eggs in one proverbial basket and pretty well blown off all my other job interviews. I asked Christine If I could please just show them my rack, and through fits of giggles and head shaking, she convinced me that it’s not professional. (I got the whole idea from Chelsey, who exploits my chest to obtain things that she wants, like first dibs on the backseat of the air conditioned coach bus, while poor me gets mentally molested by the creepy bus driver who’s busy making oogle buddies with my….attributes. That’s okay, I sullied her car this weekend. We’re even.)
So here’s my current problem: I have to cram for Film, Studies, which I couldn’t care less about unless it involved Noir. But I feel far too nervous to honestly put any effort into Neorealism Cinema. So I clean. This is what I do with my nervous energy. I smoke, and I clean. I can’t smoke at the moment (I don’t want my voice to sound scratchy on the interview. Yes, I am aware that I’m being totally neurotic.) , so that leaves me with the one option. *sigh*. I’m going to go vacuum my house now. But what if I loose track of time, and don’t hear the phone ring?? I’m so totally kidding. Nobody is THAT neurotic. *slowly pulls a nice quiet dust rag from the cupboard…*. I kid.

Quote du Jour

“From the moment she opened her mouth, I wanted to sublet her tongue, move into her larynx, and redo the upper incisors in mauve. Well, not exactly mauve, but…mauve-ish.”
-Cornfed Pig

-K