Around 1 pm today I got a call from one of the temp agencies I'd sent my resume to a few months ago. I've got a job! Starting tomorrow. I skated down to the agency (fortunately, the office is in Berkeley) and spent the next few hours filling out forms and stuff. Then skated over to the drug testing place (also in Berkeley, but a good long ways away) to pee in a cup. I hope the Paxil doesn't do screwy things with my test.

Anyway, the job is at a furniture distribution warehouse, loading and unloading trucks. Not exactly glamorous, but I'll take what I can get. One downside: it starts at 7:30 in the morning. Ugh. Gotta get up real early for this.

I half want to jump for joy, half want to run and hide.