It's about gorram time

After six grueling months feeling utterly depressed, dejected and an unwanted, useless failure I FINALLY HAVE A JOB.

It's only part time (sadly), and minimum wage (sigh), but somebody finally fucking hired me. The local Jewish Community Centre, to be precise. (I think newredshoes will be pleased I'm keeping up the Jewcy pride ;-) I get to answer phones and give tours of the facility and other various customer service duties. I could do this job in my sleep. But it's a job, and that's all that matters. I've been a recluse for months because I couldn't afford to go anywhere or do anything, so hopefully now that will change. :) I'm sure I will be far less depressed once I am able to leave my tiny, squalid flat. (The ceiling continues to fall on the floor, and I had to spend almost an hour on saturday scrubbing the bathtub because so much ceiling and wall crap had fallen into it and it was unusable, bleaugh. I CAN'T WAIT TO GET OUT OF HERE.)

Oh, amusing fact about the JCC -- Tim Russ, aka Tuvok from Voyager is a member. I hope I can bother him politely for an autograph sometime. *grins*

I really should update about Neil and things, shouldn't I. SOON, kittens. :)

I shall just make you all insanely jealous by saying how much I enjoyed reading The Graveyard Book. Bwahahaha. ;-)