wren

blaaaaaaaaaah.

Last night the wonderful and talented devilducky finished my mermaid. It hurt like a bitch. I haven't gotten tattooed in about six months now, and I was a whiny baby about it. I was worse than when I got my chest tattooed!

So I think it's a bit bruised. I'll find out when I take the bandage off, I guess.

I have a job interview today, so that's what I'm waiting for as far as bandage removal goes. I don't want to go into this office with my arm leaking plasma all over my nice shirt. BLECH.

I'm really nervous about the interview. I've interviewed with this company before and they almost hired me, but the timing was bad and I stopped calling them back. I've never worked anywhere but Wal-Mart so I'm afraid to quit. One of my coworkers also works at the place I'm interviewing at today and he told me that if I get the job, I get my own desk and my own cubicle. I was blown away by that. After almost four years of being constantly surrounded by obnoxious people at work, I'll be able to go to work in the morning and be....alone...? Really? Wow.

I'm just so excited at the prospect of getting away from the store and the stupid customers and the asshole managers. I know there are bound to be asshole supervisors at this new place, but it can't be as bad as being constantly pestered and spyed on by the ones I've got now.

I don't know, I'm just so nervous. I have to start getting ready in an hour. I wish I could take the bandage off of my tattoo and baby it for a bit to pass the time.

Ugh.