1) I just cannot, no matter how hard i try, really overstate my love for Scrubs.
2) If this show were to say to me, "look, baby, I know how good i am for you. i know how you like the things I do, so just take off yo' clothes and hop right on into my bed." I totally would.
3) That's funnier if, you know, it's in the JD voice that most things in my head have taken to being after yet another marathon viewing.
4) It is five in the morning.
5) Apparently I got a call today asking if I was still interested in the costumer service job at the casino. The big casino, not the tiny smoke-filled hell hole of a temp building that was the other one.
6) I suppose if she does not call again tomorrow that I will be calling her.
7) The casino is just almost in Tulsa. So, long drive.
8) I need my license.
9) And a car, apparently.
10) Which isn't going to matter, really, because I am not going to get this job. They'll want someone prettier and more experienced than me, I think. As far as i know I'd be the one trying to get the high rollers to play.

Ha. Ha Ha. I am doomed.

Doomed. Doomed. Doomed.

The job I was supposed to call about yesterday and called just a little too late and got someone's voice mail and all that? Well, so I called again this morning, erm, about twenty-five minutes ago, and, again, got her voicemail.

So I check the website and see the dreaded "not selected." I angst. I despair. I compose an LJ post in my head as the website loads.

Then I get a call. "Hi, how are you? We'd like to schedule you for an interview. How's 11:30?"

I have a job interview at 11:30 tomorrow. I have nothing to wear. I... do know know what I'm going to do. This isn't going to go well. No, no it is not. Oh, my god. This better get easier.

Tell me this gets easier?

I'm so doomed.