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Let's see. Went on the interview. It's a staffing agency. The recruiter I talked to seems to think I'm pretty set on the job, which sounds good. Otherwise this place will look or other jobs for me, so I call at the beginning of the week to tell them I'm free for work and it goes from there.

They also have insurance, which is good. I can get medical, dental, and prescriptions under that. Hello anti-depressants if I get the chance.

Murphy and the kitten seem at odds. The kitten goes through stages of meowing really loud until I yell at him, "I'm right here, stupid." At which point he hops down the hall toward my voice. Right now I'm playing fetch with Murphy and the hair ties. Trying to keep him happy and let him know that I still love him. He's such a gorgeous cat (as the pictures tell), but he isn't enjoying this too much. I hope he learns to accept the kitten.

Tacky or Horrifying, you be the judge (this could start a flame war)

Today I went on an interview. After the interview, I decided to check out the local mall.
I walk in and I am greeted with this gorgeous spacious monstrosity. A gorgeous fountain in one section, large open areas reaching up to the roof, stores that run deep rather than wide. (Those of you that live in PA, do you know where this is going?) So I decide to find myself some coffee and something to eat (didn't have time for breakfast this morning, so I was hungry.) I get my coffee and some kid offers me two dollars to do a survey, sure, that pays for my coffee. So I follow this kid to get my money and I find a chapel in the mall!!! What the hell?! I shut my mouth, do the survey, get my two dollars and finish my coffee. I wander for a bit, find a pet store and a dog called a Jack Pug. He was cute, cause he had the look of a pug, with a longer snout. Finally I decide to leave the mall. As I do, I hear chimes. Suddenly years of church come back to wallop me over the head. I can't remember what hymn it was exactly, but I could sing the words. To be honest, it sounded horrible, chiming away like that. I jumped in my car and turned the stereo up, hoping that Shannon Hoon and Blind Melon could drowned the horror out.

So just a warning folks. Stay away from the Plymouth Meeting Mall!