Punched repeatedly in the face.
Sep. 14th, 2005 09:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dolariOh, it wasn't all that good of a day. First we had the self destructing interview and second....
Our toilet overflowed today while there were still some nasty things in them. I was VERY unhappy about this, but before things turned into New Orleans, the toilet unclogged itself. Nothing but water got out, but then again...it was that nasty water.
I have a very very very very borderline case of fecophobia. I'm completely and totally horrified of the stuff, to the point that just thinking about it will start making me gag, and having to "Deal" with it forces me into this wierd logic loop.
In order to get it out of my life, I must clean it. In order to clean it I must get it out of my life. I'd rather just burn the building down, get a new house with new possessions and start a new life.
I did clean it, and gave that whole bathroom the scrubdown of it's life. I want to throw the cleaning implements out, but I don't have the cash. I've washed the rags within in inch of their lives simply to make sure it's all gone.
As I've told Emily, I really worry about having a kid, cause if I have to change diapers, and I will, I'm gonna go ballistic every three or four hours....
In good news, I'm making progress on the Erin Lindsey guest art. All the "Big" panels are done and colored, the rest will be all B&W with gradients like she does. I'll just keep drawing gag panels till it's time to turn it in.
I'm waiting for the call to come in saying I didn't get the job. They said they would about 9:00 AM. I hope they call quickly so I can go to bed.
If, for some strange reason, I do get it, I'm gonna turn it down. When I took the job at Wincor, I had really bad gut feelings about the place, and look what happened. This is not a job I want, and I should have looked at the job description better than just scatterhsooting resumes out. Eitherway, I'm not going postal for a job again.
Our toilet overflowed today while there were still some nasty things in them. I was VERY unhappy about this, but before things turned into New Orleans, the toilet unclogged itself. Nothing but water got out, but then again...it was that nasty water.
I have a very very very very borderline case of fecophobia. I'm completely and totally horrified of the stuff, to the point that just thinking about it will start making me gag, and having to "Deal" with it forces me into this wierd logic loop.
In order to get it out of my life, I must clean it. In order to clean it I must get it out of my life. I'd rather just burn the building down, get a new house with new possessions and start a new life.
I did clean it, and gave that whole bathroom the scrubdown of it's life. I want to throw the cleaning implements out, but I don't have the cash. I've washed the rags within in inch of their lives simply to make sure it's all gone.
As I've told Emily, I really worry about having a kid, cause if I have to change diapers, and I will, I'm gonna go ballistic every three or four hours....
In good news, I'm making progress on the Erin Lindsey guest art. All the "Big" panels are done and colored, the rest will be all B&W with gradients like she does. I'll just keep drawing gag panels till it's time to turn it in.
I'm waiting for the call to come in saying I didn't get the job. They said they would about 9:00 AM. I hope they call quickly so I can go to bed.
If, for some strange reason, I do get it, I'm gonna turn it down. When I took the job at Wincor, I had really bad gut feelings about the place, and look what happened. This is not a job I want, and I should have looked at the job description better than just scatterhsooting resumes out. Eitherway, I'm not going postal for a job again.
