
Good news: Ha! I knew I was right when I said Hottie Supervisor had to have something seriously wrong with him if I liked him.
Bad news: It turns out it was punctuality, as he was late twenty minutes today and fired as soon as he walked in the door.
Good news: I was told by Bossman what my pay would be upon being hired by the company, and it's %150 better than the best pay I've ever gotten before.
Bad news: He didn't actually make it official.
Good news: As Sylvia pointed out to me after I lamented the loss of the eye candy that was the Hottie Supervisor, unlike some unfortunate souls, I still have my hair, my eyesight, my hearing, and all of my teeth.
Bad news: I then proceeded to take a sizable chip out of one of my molars with a nefarious Cheeto.
Urgh.
Here's a writing challenge for you folks. Write me a fic with the following opening sentence: "Fate, graceful weaver of destinies and mythical being of untold power and knowledge, was having a perfectly reasonable day until the pissed-off chick whacked her upside the head with a two-by-four."