feelin’ no love.

 Dear Diary;

♥ My event page on Facebook for the photo shoot has been up for 24hrs now. Who’s attending? Me. Me and me only, apparently.

♥ I got a call today about a job. I go in tomorrow to discuss the position and then I think I start working Friday mornings for about 4 hours. For now- that’s great (cause I need the cash) but 4 hours a weeks isn’t going to cover me for very long. We’ll see how it goes. It’s a life skills thing for people 55 and up with disabilities. It’s the one (not THE job, but the same place) that I interviewed for a long while ago. You know, the "What is a functional task" one.

♥ I don’t own work clothes. How is that possible? Because the jobs I’ve had in the past however many years didn’t require me to wear anything fancy. My closet is filled with nothing but JEANS, and I’m not sure how that’s going to fly. I have one pair of "interview" pants, and it looks like I’ll be wearing them every single work day. For now.

♥ I’m having fabulous conversations with Redhead. He’s smart and successful and types complete sentences with no mention of sex at all! Woo! We added each other on Facebook recently and I got to scope out pictures. He’s… well, I’m not attracted to him physically. We’re still talking though. I’m not sure where it will lead.