In which I hope my temp P/T gig pans out into an actual job.

I worked a full day yesterday at WG and really enjoyed it. The people are great. The majority of my time was spent doing dismally dull data entry for the marketing department, but I got to do a few little fun things interspersed.

Last night the power bounced at the house because of the stormy weather, so my alarm didn’t go off this morning. This office, though, contains a healthy non-morning population; several folks are pretty groggy and anti-social until eleven or so. Which I like. Too much cheerfulness too early grates on my nerves.

There’s a tropical depression — it may become Ernesto this afternoon — that all the adjusters are watching with bated breath. This is really a strange industry; they’re all hoping it turns into a storm so they can go make lots of money. All these folks hoping for catastrophic weather is just plain odd.

I spoke with Bread last night (he and BoSe were out getting drunk somewhere). Bread said he expects they’ll roll into Fairfield early-ish this afternoon.

I’m looking forward to having him home for a week so he can deal with the garbage and mow a few acres. Is that, like, the worst thing ever?

In other news, I still have not received any UI benefits and I still don’t really have a job and I’m still in huge debt and I’ve been eating a lot of frozen pizza. Which probably isn’t helping me in my quest to become a little skinnier.

Here’s hoping everyone has a super fun weekend!