The apartment people called me again, which I did not expect them to do after the email I sent them in reaction to their decision to have me not come in until they called me again. I was kinda glad to get away from this place before, but I figured I could use the money, so here I am again, blogging instead of working. This job is boring. I’m not going to try to do a very good job unless they have me do something fun.
Working sucks. So why am I doing it? I don’t know.