can you hear the huge, hearty sigh echo from my lungs across the miles? i had my first job interview in twenty years. now, all i want to do is have a margarita. lots of them. i think it went alright and in all honesty, i'm honored to have gotten the interview in the first place. as soon as i was done, i changed my clothes and felt immediately better.
a part of me wonders if i can make it in the 90 degree angle world. i'm totally obtuse for the most part. i like it that way. still, i want to make buckets full of money and still be able to wear pigtails and not pointy shoes with heels. will i ever find that special place?