Now, this is PMS...

Of all the phone calls I could have gotten at 6:00 last evening, a call from Harvard Medical School HR wasn't one I was expecting. But, now I have an interview with them on Wednesday. ( Skip this; you've heard it from me ad nauseam already )

The Trader Joe's trail mix with dried cherries and peanut butter chips in it is now firmly on the Do Not Buy This Evil Stuff list (again). I forgot how much I liked it, and bought some the other day, and ate the whole bag in two days even though I know better. It's the dried cherries and salt, is what it is. Sweet and salty is one of my favorite combinations.

When I ask where something is, by which I mean the street address, it doesn't help to get an answer of "just get out here, we'll take you there" when "out here" is Franklin and I know that the place I wanted the address for is in Plainville. Apparently I was supposed to get an invitation for this event in the mail, but never did, and they know that, and for some reason they assume I know where in Plainville it is and when it is anyway. I almost want to say Screw it and stay home, because if I am going out to Franklin I have to take the train tonight and stay over. ARGH.

Regardless of anything else, I do have to go out and buy a T pass today, so I should probably get going and do that.

bare facts

As of Wednesday, I will have $59 to my name, counting the $6 currently in my wallet.

I have absolutely no doubt that I will not be employed by Wednesday.