fuck!

Yeah, I'm still unemployed! Yeah!

Fuck.

I was roused by a ringing telephone before 9 this morning and let me assure the readers out there that I DO NOT GET UP BEFORE 11, which is being generous. The guy from the flowershop was telling me he wanted to hire me, but needed me to make some kind of assurance that I would be around til Christmas at the very least, to have the apparently long training period be worthwhile.

Times like these wish I was as amoral as I often claim to be. Maybe part of the problem is that one of my best friends referred me and used to work there for two years. I don't want to sully his name; obviously I don't really give a damn about my own.

So, I think the time has come for me to realize my destiny as a vendor of pornography. This will surely yield much better reading material for anyone that reads this paltry blog. 'adventures of a porn merchant' may become the new title of this wee log.

Anyway, wah. I'm wildly pissed off that I'm actually awake right now, and still not employed. But sleep would not return to me so here we are, with me trying to make the best of being awake at this godforsaken hour.