I have an interview tomorrow. I want ANYTHING other than laying myself down as a welcome mat for the upper class of my city. Otherwise known as "customer service" on the wealthy part of town. Double whammy.

The superficial part of me looks forward to dressing particularly lovely to show a certain someone just what he's missing out on. I'm such a girl. Speaking of which, if I were to get this job, I would be perhaps the only girl working with mostly guys. In the completely platonic sense, this would royally rock!