The weekend's heeeeeere, have a can of beeeeeer ...

-- I have my phone interview with Wegman's in an hour and a half. I kind of just want to get it done and over with because it's the one thing this weekend I have to do other than edit and write.

-- I also have to call the bankruptcy lawyer on Monday, because I put it off for the last couple of days and I might as well get it over with.

-- I still don't have my car back. I'm sure I'll be able to pick it up on Monday, or even today if my mechanic feels like running over to his shop and waiting for me, but I'm sort of hoping he doesn't because I kind of don't want to look at it right now.

-- I was all frowny-faced yesterday because I didn't have my new phone. Okay, used phone. The cell phone I currently have is the one my mother gave me for Christmas a few years ago, since she's paying for the phone bill and all. It replaced the one she'd previously bought me, which had good reception, gave me access to email and the internet, and allowed me to download ringtones. I didn't need a replacement but she gave me (and my brother, who was still on her plan at the time) the same POS. This one barely gets reception even in my own living room and does basically nothing else. I feel all special because, OOOOO, it's got a working alarm clock! *headdesk*

So, whatever, I finally found a place online that sells unlocked Smartphones super-cheap. I wouldn't throw down money on a phone to replace the cell phone I currently have if it weren't for the fact that if I had a cell phone that actually got reception, I'd drop my landline and save myself that expense. It's stupid for me to have a cell phone AND a landline in this day and age, especially when I'm not paying for one of them. So throwing down twenty-five bucks or so on a used Blackberry that might actually get me cell reception AND perform the functions I'd actually prefer out of a damn cell phone should end up saving me the same amount every month when I drop my land line. Yay for small investments!

Except, well, I got the used phone I ordered yesterday, and when I opened it up there was a HUGE black V completely obscuring the screen. I doubted the company sent it to me like that -- it looks like someone in the post office accidentally knocked it against a corner -- and they offered to exchange it for a working phone, which is great. But now I have to wait. I hate waiting. *pouts*

-- Adam started his tour in Wilkes-Barre last night and apparently it was a raging success. You have NO IDEA how much I wanted to go. I could take or leave Orianthi, but every time they were giving away tickets on the local radio stations I whimpered. I'm not a big fan of concerts, but Adam could make reading the phone book a party and a half.

-- I have to sit down sometime this weekend and figure out what the hell the all-female post-apocalyptic extravaganza -- which I'm tentatively titling Barren but really am just sarcastically referring to in my brain as "The She-Ra Man-Hater's Club" -- is going to be about. I may just make a list of shit I really want to see and string together a plot from that. Hell, it works with everything else I write.

Oh, okay.

The car ended up coming out to 626.44.

I better get this Wegman's job, I swear to God.

EDIT: After doing the math again, I realized that makes it $3900 spent on this car since November, the heinous douchemonkey.

So, that went well.

The phone interview went really well, as far as I could tell. She did remember my brother and from the sounds of things not in a bad way. I told her he said he really liked working there. She asked if I would be available to work holidays and whatnot and I pretty much said, "You want me and I'm not working my full-time job, I'm there."

She asked how much I expected an hour. I stated quite plainly that right now I'm breaking even with my bills, so just getting paid at all for a part-time job would be a bonus. The job itself pays $8.00 an hour, though, so that's just fine. I'm currently making $11.00 an hour now that I'm past my ninety days at my full-time job (Fifty cent bonus, woohoo! My pay when I left the factory job after four damn years was only fifty cents higher, so making that much more an hour after ninety days officially with the company is nice), so hopefully I'll get this job and be able to start paying back everybody I owe.

The only uncomfortable bit (because I'd already mentioned that I need the job partly to pay off what's left of the car expenses and buy a new one that works) was when she asked me if I have reliable transportation. I did tell her, though, that the car just got out of the shop an hour ago, and while the steering seemed a bit clunky if I do have to take it back into the shop again I should have it back by the time I started there if I get the job.

So, yeah, now I'm going to go make a quick run and test the car to see if the steering really is as clunky as I imagined and needs to go back or whether I've turned into an automotive paranoiac.

In which I am petty and childish.

I stopped up my parents' house to drop up a box of Pepsi cans I bought for my brother for letting me borrow his car and to get cat litter. When I came out to the car to get the litter, my mom had just arrived in her car.

Me: *says nothing, takes the litter, starts walking away*
Mom: "Hello."
Me: *after a long pause, halfway to my car* "Hello." *pause* "Oh, sorry, I must have just said that for the attention." *gets in and drives off*

Sulky five-year-old me = +1
Responsible adult me = -400

That's really cool.

Okay, so you know how Bryan Gaynor, that kid with scoliosis who auditioned for SYTYCD the other night, told the judges about how he's in a dance troupe, and Nigel swore to get them on the show? This is them:

I'm really glad Nigel's going to make a point of getting them on the show, because they're damn good.