Oh, PLEASE. Death is for NPCs.

I did say I'd do this every week.


So I strolled into Little Ceaser's yesterday, struck a dramatic pose while passing over a resume and said:

"I am looking to procure employment in your fine establishment, as you appear to be in dire need of employment procural."

And today I have a job.

This folks, is called the magic of being yourself and wearing fabulous hats to job interviews. I was just sick of following the *damn script*. My resume sucks, so honestly: I guess the only way I'm going to get anywhere is if I make sure I'm remembered.

NOT THAT THIS IS A FANTASTIC, HIGH CLASS JOB OR ANYTHING. It's a Pizzeria. A very NICE Pizzeria, but none the less: I make Pizza. BUT STILL, I DID THAT THING THAT NORMAL PEOPLE WHO DON'T SUCK DO. THAT THING WHERE I DROPPED OFF A RESUME ONE DAY, AND GOT HIRED THE NEXT, WITHOUT A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDS. okay, okay: Stacy informed me that they were hiring, but that's it. :PPP



Yay Jenn.


Victorian Sex Cry Generator is worth the lulz:
Redouble the active energy of your thrusts, lest I die from my own inflamed appetites!