Former boss called and asked if I would come in this next week and get the books in working order, cause the company is being sold. Guess that will be a pretty good deal, since he trusts me with a key and will be out of town. Me and my iPod, balancing the accounts.
At least that’s the rent paid.
Meanwhile, County to the North of Me has pronounced me unfit for their consideration, since the post office delivered my application late. That’s county mental health for you. All the clinics in town who a) rely on the county certification (tests to take, woe) process or b) rely on a county contract are not hiring til July. County Farther to the North of Me (an hour’s commute) took my app, and promised to keep it on file for a year, “pending open positions.” So I’m stuck and may as well find temp stuff in June.
Or just lie around the apartment watching Dr. Who. Peter Davison is swell, don’t you think?
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