i'm a pixel here, myself

I am done with work. No, really. Friday was my last day. I suppose if you want to get technical, my last day is April 6, but for the next four weeks I'm on vacation. Which means being able to sleep in, go to the gym, hunt for jobs, cook healthy food, (write fic?), and get paid for it. It feels so *liberating*. Tonight's get-together with my group of friends was awesome: deep-dish pizza from Patxi's, talking, laughing, playing games. It felt like the best of times. In a twist on the expected, I paid for the pizza (the party email's tagline: "I'm unemployed, so I'm buying you dinner!") and only got a couple of "...wait a minute!" emails :D Such oddities are typical of me, I guess.

The company I've been interviewing with hasn't called me back yet, despite assurances on Tuesday that I'd hear back in "a couple of days". Since their HR department is pretty fastidious, I'm just going to assume that they've got committees and such to go through before they can tell me anything. It doesn't help that their HR department is also notoriously slow. Meanwhile, of course, I am gnawing my arm off.

I have a dozen unanswered comments in my inbox. I apologize. I will get to them tomorrow, when it is not 1:15 a.m. and I am not struggling to form coherent sentences.

Can somebody send me a rocket launcher? One of the people in the next building over is playing [Kidz Bop 11] at a volume high enough for me to make out EVERY SINGLE LYRIC. And those kids are really freaking annoying, let me say. If I hear that impossibly annoying rap about chicken soup one more time, I'm going to destroy several cities with the size of my explosion.

In less-aggravating news, [this] t-shirt arrived for me today, so that's good. Also: unemployed! Whee! Errands and such, then seeing Zodiac with a friend who is an actual movie buff and knows about Movie Things.