Getting frustrated with the job hunt. Things are status quo...I have that interview lined up on Wednesday, which is my best hope, as it's a call-back and they seem like my kind of people. The temp lady at MedCo seems to be working for me, but I'm beginning to believe that HR people are horrendously lazy. After my experience working HR, I think it's an absolute sin to be so. Looks like I'll be picking up a work-from-home doing commission-only embroidery sales. Meh. I'm not expecting much, but I'll give it a shot. I'm a lil rusty at working the contacts, but who knows?
Going to an egg donation seminar in Somerset tonight, after which I get to visit with Jason. Yay!
Lizzy's (yay she's back from AZ!) boss should be calling me today. I don't want to work long-term with kids, but in the short term, why not? It's money.
My poor kitty. My roommate brought me ear mite meds for him, in case that's what his itchies were. I was hoping so, because then he'd be done. But no, not mites. So something else is making him scratch incessantly. I guess it's up to the vet next Monday.
Disclaimer: I do not celebrate St. Patrick's Day. For me, it's That Day in March When My Family Gets Together. St. Patty's is beyond just me not being Christian. The "snakes" that Patricius (who wasn't Irish) drove out of Ireland were pagan practitioners, and guess how he did it. That's right, genocide! Woo! Awesome! Sorry, it's a farce and an insult to Irish culture to celebrate it. I don't berate my family for it, or anyone else person-to-person, but don't wish me a Happy St. Patty's, or you'll get an earful.