note: potential employers: please do not judge me on my diaryland. that's lame.

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2002-03-13 11:57 p.m.

oooh yes meredith...your diary looks brilliant, who did it for you?...oh, you did? wow....and gosh...alsinian's too. wow, you sure are a multi-tasker(especially in bed last night)....i just love what you've done with the place. it's so, so, you.

there now i feel better.

today was such a fucking strange day. and i got home too late to call anyone to tell them about it. damn you all living with your parents, going to bed at a reasonable time...yaddy yaddy yaddy.

so i showed up at this job orientation thing/second interview....and he(aaron), is like: we're going to north battleford. ai. what am i supposed to say? my first thought is: i'm going to die. me and the other girl going in that truck, we are going to raped and killed. damn me and my stupidity....but aaron's so cute and trustworthy, like he's trying to be a business man, but just coming off as a kid a lot of the time. so it's fine. and i'm so relaxed these days. so go-with-the-flow more so than ever. i'm so calm, i think it has to do with not getting everything i want anymore. but yeah. i was just really calm and confident...and so me and aaron and this guy named andy, we went in aaron's car and stopped to get coffee at 7-11...and then drove to north battleford(which is like an hour or so). and me and aaron got along. really well....i don't know, just were really good with each other. comfortable. like i'd known him for years. i think i was even a little patronizing (it was my stupid interview thing).

it would be too long to explain the whole thing.

the point is that he wants to hire me and i'm not sure if i want to do it because it is door to door marketing - but i might work in the charities department (far less bullshit, which i utterly despise)...they are an advertising company and won't admit to being sales people. but they are. they're funny. i like them a lot. (and the average pay is $400/week) he really wants me to work there. and i'm not sure i'm ready to give up so much of my life (it's like 11 hour days, five days a week)...he owns the company. which is strange. i am a natural sales person. i don't know why. i could be far better than him. he's very sweet. we ate fries and talked about dreadlocks and girls and high schools.......he's not quite over his last girlfriend. although he claims to be. i think it has something to do with how i'm sort of like her. i wish i weren't, because i'm fairly attracted to him. i'm supposed to call him tomorrow morning and tell him...i think i'll try it for a week, and then we'll see. he says i can quit whenever. even if i don't take the job we're still going to be friends....ai boys, they make me feel things.

i'm sorry for the boys talks. but tomorrow i meet with jill sauter, which will have an impact on this job decision. she can tell me exactly how and when this store is feasible. exactly. i love her.

aaron likes football and hockey. he worked in some sort of butcher shop. he got fired from boston pizza for being too slow. he's got big blue eyes. he's got big blue eyes. ick.

previously - and then

*oh random entry*

all the diarylands. - 2008.02.21
I move my head. - 2008.01.27
read the other one. - 2008.01.21
was Medium? - 2008-01-17
Or maybe I won't. - 2008.01.15

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