Things are looking up

Airin is trying to wrangle me a job interview at her work, which means this little recptionist might finally be headed in the right direction (the direction of evil corporate jobs).
I have to wake up at 5:30 in the morning to go to work tomorrow, but at least I have work to go to, instead of staying up 'till five in the morning watching Ellen DeGeneres stand up on YouTube with Carlee while the mice in our apartment were staging some sort of loud Bacchanalian orgy in the storage space.