Josh wants a fuckin smoke.

I had an interview today at a geophysics firm. It went pretty good, they thought it went really well. Seems like a cool job, but geologists/geophysicsts are pretty crass assholes. I was actually told, "A math degree? That seems like a really poor choice in degrees, how do you ever expect to get a job?", well, you wanted me here dick. Add to that I would have to be in Houston (ugh!) for 3 months and then 9 months in either London, Paris, Oslo or Perth(admittedly very cool). So it really comes down to whether I want to do ugly math on shit I don't care about for the next couple of years to make money, or keep looking for a job.

Halloween is coming up, don't know what to think of that. I'll probably be a raver monk/Buddha or a doctor...with a big dick. Either way, it should be entertaining.

Got some lip from a kid at tutoring, forgot that highschool kids can get an attitude. Felt like saying, "Hey, you're paying me to help you." But I just shut up, and let him struggle with the problems for a bit, proving my point. Don't bite the hand that feeds you.

On a less bitter note, I can squat 225lbs, with "relative" ease now. That makes me happy.

So here's a picture of me with a coffee stained tongue when I initially thought I had gotten a job at CPR:
I'm still hoping on that one, CPR really looks to be my ideal job.

And yes, I want a smoke, but no I'm not going to have one, so don't worry Randee.

Oh man, this video made me laugh quite hard: Click!


And yes, I have edited this entry because it was far too bitter and cynical, even for me.