The job interview evaporated. The job is located at a place impossible to get to by transit even though it’s only a few blocks from a Skytrain station. Without a car, it’s not going to fly, and at 12 bucks an hour I can’t afford to run a car. Other jobs that appeared this week want me to have a vehicle, work for less than 14 dollars an hour and be ‘youthful’ (which is not in accordance with the labour laws, but fuck me, right?) and an assortment of other ghastly jobs.
I am going to go back to bed until my ride shows up for an extended shopping trip. Can’t talk about the rest of it. It’s not like any random stranger could do anything about it, and my friends know the drill.
The only thing I managed to accomplish this week was getting a couple of hundred hours’ worth of movies shipped off to Sandy – there will be some real treats in there for her, I believe.