A Safe Space for Moogles

Good thing: there was the most adorable little yellow lab puppy at work yesterday and today. Sweetest and playfullest and lickiest thing on the planet, omg. *schmoops* I got pictures too, 'cause I'd brought my camera in to show off my baby birdies. ^_^ So you'll see her as a bonus on my next Baaaaby Robin Report.

Bad thing: the porn company sent me a polite rejection email. Ah well, at least they didn't leave me to twist in the wind.

( And a meme from deepbluesquee, because we squeep at each other. )

I found a job listing for a graphics monkey at a gay porn company.

You better BELIEVE I'm applying. *clutches resume and giggles!*

This makes up for that rotten little Boston terrier peeing on my leg this morning. -_- In his defense, I was trying to get my leash around him without getting too near his mouth 'cause his cage card said he was a biter*, and it ended up going around his hips. I guess there was just enough extra pressure there to, well, you know. But still, he could have aimed anywhere else!

*It wasn't like he was mean or anything. No growling or fear. He's just a regular, happy ol' dog who would really like to nomf my hand. ...And he's staying through next week. Halp. XD

I have a dress on. A little knee-length red dress and a little gold jacket, and shoes with heels and pointy toes. And jewelry, you guys. The whole nine yards.

...well. I don't have any makeup on, so let's say eight and a half. Still, this is a lot for me. I feel like I should have been going on an actual job interview instead of just dropping off my resume at the bookstore. (They didn't take it, btw. They referred me to Online. You know, I'm starting to have serious doubts about the existence of this 'real world' thing.) Or shopping for yarn - look, it was on clearance and my Big Bin o' Yarn is locked up for the duration. Resisting would have taken a stronger will than I will ever have.

My ankles hurt. XD

So there was this one guy at that job fair I went to last week (thank you guys for cheering me up afterwards, by the way) who actually seemed interested when I told him I was a graphic designer. He was the editor for an advertising magazine, and made noises about doing layout and page design. I didn't say anything about it because I didn't want to get anyone's hopes up - least of all mine - but he emailed me a couple days later asking to set up a phone interview. "Tuesday?" says he. "Great, anytime after 7:30," says I.

...you all know where this is going, don't you?

Well, the appointed time has come and gone and here I sit, no better and no worse off than before, if rather disappointed. I'll probably call Editor Dude tomorrow just to make the rejection official if I can dredge up the courage; otherwise, it's back to plugging away at the job sites and dreaming vague dreams of supporting myself with porn.