Job interview tomorrow! Washington Mutual, telephone teller. They need bilingual tellers, and they're fairly desperate. If this interview goes well, then it's a crim check and checking my references, if THAT goes well, another interview, if THAT goes well, then I'm hired. Wish me luck!
Fleas. Hate, hate, hate, HATE, HATE fleas. They've decided it's not enough to go after the poor kitties, oh, no - I am apparently a flea smorgasboard. Which means that I'll be spending the summer in pants (as my legs and feet are COVERED in flea bites), and will have to wear long sleeves tomorrow to cover up the ones on my arms. Woo and ha, I say. We're treating the kitties on Wednesday or Thursday, and bombing the joint on Friday. Hopefully (*crosses fingers, knocks wood, does all that superstitious whatnot she can*) that'll be the end of the little bastards.
And that's about the end of that. The life, it is quite boring at this point. :)