Oh shit, where do I begin...
My little guy, my stinky dog was clipped by a car on Monday night.
He is okay, but a little bruised.
The interview that went so well was for a newspaper in the area. I was told I was in consideration for the position, but who knows how many others there are.
Things at my current job are not so great. My manging editor is an incompetent nitwit and my publisher feels my subversive attitude doesn't help. Once again, I am part of the problem. I just can't seem to sit and smile when someone is flinging shit at me. What the hell is my problem?!?
KEEP YOUR FINGERS CROSSED.
My little guy, my stinky dog was clipped by a car on Monday night.
He is okay, but a little bruised.
The interview that went so well was for a newspaper in the area. I was told I was in consideration for the position, but who knows how many others there are.
Things at my current job are not so great. My manging editor is an incompetent nitwit and my publisher feels my subversive attitude doesn't help. Once again, I am part of the problem. I just can't seem to sit and smile when someone is flinging shit at me. What the hell is my problem?!?
KEEP YOUR FINGERS CROSSED.