And the beat goes on

Went to a staffing agency today for the better part of the morning. I found out I can type 64 words per minute. Suck on that typing tutor I never had! I need a job because I need to move out. Clearly. The ladies at the place were super nice and fun to chat with. I really only had two problems:

1.   They said that what I want salary-wise was really out of the question. And I was like, well I guess you like watching people suffer and have to live at HOME FOREVER.

2.   They asked me my dream job and I said writer or editor that works directly with authors. Blank stare followed by silence. Then “well unless the whole one-in-a-million-shot of becoming a writer works out, you’re going to need a more reasonable job.” Great.

On the bright side I got Allie Larkin’s new book Why can’t I be you? I am SO PUMPED to read it. She’s fricken awesome. I hope her book tour lands her in Chicago because I really want to meet her. Other than that, I guess I should go work on my extremely low probability novel I’ve been writing. Guys, it’s a long shot but where would I be if I didn’t even try for the impossible [sarcasm at its highest].