I can't promise I won't make Neil Gaiman my man-wife. [It's like cross-dressing...but as a puppy.]

I'm excited. Neil Gaiman is coming to my city tomorrow to do a special reading from "The Graveyard Book," and to hang out at the library. One of the roommates, Caitlin, and I will be attending. I'm stoked at the opportunity to meet him! I'm not quite so ga-ga about him as some of the roomies (hate to admit it, but "American Gods" bored me until at least 3/4ths of the way through it, and even then I didn't consider it to be all that phenomenal a book anyway) but he's one of those authors I just have the utmost respect for, and whose other work I've always rather enjoyed. And if he can offer a few good words of advice for a couple of wannabe authors while he's here, I won't complain...

I'll try not to make him my man-wife, even if Amanda Palmer says their relationship is "open-minded and understanding" anyway.

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I have a job interview on Tuesday! It was really weird, how that happened, though.

Becca and Chelsea (two other roommates) and I stopped at a pet store today, to buy crickets for Seagan to eat. (Seagan is the leopard gecko that lives in our kitchen.) While we were there, Becca fell head-over-heels for a puppy (a puggle!) that was on sale, and we spent at least a half-hour sitting in one of those little enclosed cubicles and playing with it. Becca almost brought him home with us, but in the end decided she just doesn't have the money right now. Sad.

Anyway, it's become a habit for me to ask, "Are you hiring?" every time I'm a public establishment of any kind. I'm looking for a new job, and sometimes the places that are hiring don't advertise it well, so I thought I might as well try. The girl behind the counter got very excited, and practically threw an application at me. "Fill this out!" So I did. Then: "Go give it to that man, over there!" So I did. Then: "Cool. Come in Tuesday morning for your interview."

Apparently, they desperately need more employees. And one of the positions they're hiring for? "Puppy mascot." Meaning, the person who dresses up in a puppy costume and stands outside and tries to get people to come into the store. I'm actually pretty stoked about that. It's weird enough that I would enjoy it, yet anonymous enough because of the covering mask that I wouldn't feel embarrassed. And hell - a job is a job. Beggers can't be choosers, and a paycheck is a paycheck. Gotta pay rent, and I really need a job closer to where I'm now living. Plus, I mean, I'd assume there's room for advancement, so I would not just be the puppy mascot.

If they can't start me off with enough hours weekly, though, then I'm going to have to decline the offer. (Assuming I do get the job.) I have bills to pay every month, and I'm not going to quit a job that, yes, is far away, but that gives me enough hours to make up for the gas spent driving there, for a job that barely gives me any hours. So, we'll see, I guess.

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After the Neil Gaiman reading tomorrow, I think T and I are going out. That'll be nice. Plus, I think Chelsea and her guy are going to see "Zombieland" later on, and we were invited along. I want to see that movie so badly, so I can't wait!

I don't work again for more than a week. I'm on paid vacation right now. F*cking awesome.

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