Edit--A bitch has JUSS been laid off. Last day of employment undetermined at this time.
Today ends my bereavement. Gotta head back to work tomorrow. Sux. I enjoy the convienence of taking a nap at will. Since Gramma died I've been really fatigued. Between this and Elmo, I aint a bit mo' good.
Speaking of Elmo, he's been on some different shit with these boot camp style workouts. The hell he think this is? I don't go there to exert myself. I want to feel invigorated, not like somebody drug me out to a backlot and beat me senseless. Fuck outta heah with that bullshit. Mang.
When I applied to the CIA, I did it out of complete sarcasm. I never thought I'd get a call back, let alone make it this far in the process. Today, after a nice nap, I checked my messages. There's one from the "Recruitment Center" as they like to call themselves. I'm being informed that they want me to give em a call so they can schedule my medical and polygraph tests. I am in shock. Just last week when they called to ask for more info, I was told that I'd receive a letter in a few weeks which will list the dates that are available for said tests. This is happening way faster than I expected. I really wish I were more excited about this. It's very possible that I will be placed at an office that is much farther from my house than my current job, and that's gonna suck. VA traffic is the WORST. Speaking of traffic, I'll have to actually drive to work because of the distance and public trans just won't do. Which means I'll have to buy a car. I'm so not looking forward to that. The last thing I need is another expense.
I also think that taking this job is gon' force me to finish school. That isn't necessarily a bad thing, I just hate school. I'm not even going right now and don't know when I'm going to return. I'm already aware that Imma need to up my game to compete with the #FF99FF folks. My head isn't comfortable beneth a class ceiling.
Tomorrow will be a week to the day I submitted my app for home refinance. I aint heard nothing yet. :( I'm gettin real nervous. So of course, bright and early, they gon' get a call from me. I'm really anxious about making some repairs to the house and possibly buying an investment property. It would so be the bomb if I could could turn a nice profit. Maybe I'd rent out my house and go move in with *cough* Prime Bear *cough* *cough* and live a leisurely life.
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