frazzled-imp's Diaryland Diary
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No, no job yet. Damn.
Home again, home again, let�s haul the troops home again.
Well, I didn�t qualify for the mailroom job. But, I am now officially signed on with the staffing agency, so hopefully more temp or temp-to-hire positions will be coming my way soon.
A bit of a disappointment, but I�m still on the lookout.
On the bright side, I discovered my typing skills weren�t quite what I thought they were. Here I�ve been, laboring under the delusion that I type 70 wpm on a good day. According to their testing program, however, I type 91 wpm. And that was while dead nervous.
I never did test well.
Good to know.
Stand back, or I�ll type you to death with my speedy fingers of doom!
In other news, I just scarfed down cheese fries, and a huge double patty sandwich. My stomach is going to explode. Most messily.
I�m exhausted. Getting up early to go fill out paperwork and take tests does not make for a bright eyed and bushy tailed Amie.
It really makes me more of a sourpuss.
So, I think I�m just going to grump around the house today, and glare at the phone, waiting for call backs.
Ta.
12:10 PM - October 09, 2003
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