what job?

you may have noted that amidst the babbling and music of the previous entry i sorta kinds mentioned something about a job interview and you might be wondering, being avid readers of everything me, wtf?... what job?... so i wanted to catch you before you spent two years scouring entries for the past months in the 80-odd publicly known blogs in my written gardens and let you know that i did not, actually, to the best of my knowledge, mention that i sent a resume for a job this year a few weeks ago (i suppose i really ought to consider keeping a more proper formal-kinda record of this life, aye?... but then, who would really want to read that, snarky farky malarky and all)... yes, i sent one resume out this year, aren't you proud?... amazed?... amused?...

well, anyway, before reality runs up your spine and all, it was one of the lines in this entry that went sorta like a few potential jobs came in the mail and i decided one of them was too good to not apply for so i sent a resume and as i said in the previous entry that you may have wracked your brains over, they called yesterday and i'll call back tomorrow to set up an interview... surely goodness, mercy, and further details will follow sometimes in the near future... see, you just have to wait an entry or few hundred for everything to become clear and the universe to unfold before you...

or irreverence, at least there will be irreverence...

i know, i drive responsible people crazy...

it's a gift...

narf :)