So… It would seem like it’s about time for some good news, right?

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Not so much.

Job interview was a bust.  I am “overqualified” and also my experience is “information based rather than product based.”

Also my air conditioner broke the night before last, forcing us to call the landlord, who is… not happy.  So unhappy, in fact, that the word “eviction” was brought up again.  I would be unhappy too, if I were him.  Hell, I’m ME, and I’m still unhappy.  The A/C was (thankfully) fixed this afternoon and the house is slowly becoming less hell-like. 

My brother finally got a job.  It turns out that getting a job waiting tables in the summer is not so easy, so he’s now selling cars.  Maybe I should consider selling cars.  I mean, I’m overqualified for all the office jobs I apply for and underqualified to run the cash register at 7-11… Maybe selling cars would be perfect.

The man and I are not getting along much at all.  Generally we are just avoiding each other.  Stress plus heat plus abject poverty does not equal good times.  A quote from the movie In Good Company keeps running through my head: “You just find the person you want to go into the foxhole with, and keep your dick in your pants when you’re out of the foxhole.”  I’m not going to say much more about that.

Probably I am going to sit in Barnes & Noble and finish reading Fearless Fourteen by Janet Evanovich.  Then I will pick up some chicken tenderloin for $1.68 a pound that will round out tonight’s dinner of jasmine rice and vegetable stir fry. 

I’m definitely going to have to do some cleaning tonight, as we are basically having a repeat episode of “my landlord is coming to visit tomorrow.”  Joy.  I’ll be scraping up change so I can buy energy drinks.