The report from me-land

[terrie]

Well, after several days of a nonstop sore throat, I seem to be on the mend. It still hurts, but now I can swallow without grimacing in pain. For a while, I had a bit of a drooling problem, it got so bad. Gives a whole new meaning to the phrase "spit or swallow." I'd planned to spend the weekend doing job searches, but first my dad needed the computer and then I started to work on the bar application. It's 19 pages. 19. Fucking. Pages. Plus I have to add some for my work history (they want all the jobs you've worked in the past 10 years). And I have to come up with ~7 people who can attest to my good character AND admit if I've done anything remotely naughty. Ever. Thankfully, that's one area where I'm as innocent as I look. I didn't even shoplift gum as a kid.

Comments

[hermitgeecko.livejournal.com]

"For a while, I had a bit of a drooling problem, it got so bad."

Ditto that. And isn't it just horrible? Not only do you feel like hell, but you look it?

At least people are very polite to people who look miserable.

Unrelatedly: hey, come visit me sometime. We have a guest room.

[terrie01.livejournal.com]

Possibly, possibly.

Unrelated to your unrelated: Can I use you (and maybe Wendy) as a ref. on my bar application? If so, I need your new address and phone number.