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This morning was the most bizarre thing ever.

First, public transportation decides to stop functioning… while we we’re in the buss. That was not good. So we got off the buss and somebody got us an extended authorization so that we could be allowed in class after hour. Somehow things got mixed up and a lot of people was thanking me for the good deed, all I did was lend my cell phone… so you’re welcome I guess.

The best friend got a job… I know I’m shocked too… and that means that I get to drive his car to drop him off and pick him up ::insert happy dance here:: problem is that his schedule includes nights, like last night, when I had to drop him at nine p.m. and then pick him up at five in the morning. Nope, I didn’t get to sleep. Yes, he called me three times to remind me that I had to do the pick up part. No, I don’t hate him too much right now, he was funny in the morning and he got me this really funky mug to add to my collection. That kinda gave him points.

I work for a church which means that there are a lot of things that I have to hear and nod like an idiot, because that is NOT the place to go into philosophical mode and get all thinky about faith and church’s political-economical power and its influence over the masses. However, every once in a while someone stands out from all the background noise; a few months ago it was a woman who said she’d seen an angel in her church. We got to talk because I was really touched by her story and her faith, I actually wanted to have a faith like that, anyway she said she’d hook me up with this friend of her that worked in a clinic and could offer me a somewhat steady job where I would be more in touch with the work I’ll be doing when I finish school. The hook up occurred and I got a phone call yesterday to ask me if we could meet him at my uni’s library.

Before I walked into building I get another phone call from this guy to ask what I look like so he could recognize me, I told him what I was wearing and all that. When I step into the building I understood the reason for the description, the place was packed, like never before in the history of that building. So I went to the clerk and he pointed at this young fella sitting a few tables away. I go there and ask if he’s Mr. R, yes he is, am I Paola? Yes I am. And then this happened:

Mr. R: Oh, you’re a brunette.

Me: yeah, I know

Mr. R: I just thought you were blond.

Me: Didn’t I just tell you over the phone that I was a brunette?

Mr. R: yeah, you did. I just assumed you were blond.

Me: O.o

And that pretty much settled the mood for the entire interview… I also discovered that, not only is he def, he doesn’t get sarcasm either, which is rare since he’s so smart… *rolls eyes*

He said he’d give me a call if I got the job, which I don’t think will happen because he needs someone with a lot more experience and a hell of a lot more time than I can spare. Woulda been nice though, seemed interesting.

Well I guess that ends the rambling for now. I am doing a PhD in procrastination and I'm excelling at it. That can't be right.

wtf?