The job prospect that I had lined up looks like it's only going to be part-time... So, I probably can't take it, after all. Even though I did work there on Monday. And am supposed to work there again this Monday. I just found out today, though, that they might not really need me as much as they thought. Hence the "20 Hours a Week" situation.

To which I must say: Ah, crap.

Not to mention, even at full time, it would involve a significant pay cut. Of course, I'm not totally sure I'm not going to go ahead with it anyway. It's not like I have any other plans.

In the mean time, the "we're eventually closing, someday, we promise" sale going on at my present job is causing a serious storage problem in my apartment. There are now books scattered on the counter, piled on the coffee table and my nightstand, and in stacks in front of the couch and our already-totally-full bookshelves.

And in case you're wondering, no, the surplus of books has not helped me to actually finish one. I've just started more. I have no self control.

Labels: books., work.

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