So after a long, exhausting day at work (I clocked out at 12:37AM), I parked in my driveway and grabbed the mail. I thumbed through it as I walked to the house. Not three steps from my car, I noticed an important-looking letter from the United States Postal Service. I jumped back to the car, threw the rest of the mail on the trunk, and tore open the letter. My eyes quickly scanned for, then zoomed in on the score: 76.50. Ouch. In school, that would be a solid C. In school, I would have been happy with a C. But now, I saw my future go black. Or, some might say, bleak. It is highly likely I won't be getting a call from the United States Postal Service with a job offer any time soon.
Perhaps I wouldn't have been quite so disappointed if I hadn't heard from my brother-in-law that he scored in the low 70's and hadn't heard anything from them in over a year. My chances aren't much better. Damn.
Damn, damn, damn.
So, what now? Do I throw myself completely and utterly into Prints Plus, hoping I get a Manager position sooner rather than later? Or, do I (re)start the search for other opportunities. If I didn't have a quickly-approaching wedding, I would reconsider starting a business. But a steady income is highly necessary right now.
I need to play some hockey. (I found NHL 2003 for the Gamecube for just $3.99 at Game Stop and snatched it up quicker than a millipede tap dances. Believe it or not, I prefer the older versions of this wonderful hockey series by EA Sports. I tried 2005 and the feel was all wrong. NHL 2003 appears to be the last good one.)
I better get some play time in quick here. I need to do a little more Christmas shopping for Bella in the morning before work at noon. There's just one more thing I need to get....
