You did good.

Candy (my landlady) keeps trying to fix me up. I am not sure how or why this 50 year old woman knows so many eligible young bachelors.

It's a little weird.

Anyway, she has tried to hook me up with a range of gentlemen (including Korn's former tour bus driver, LOL x 10), but none have really tickled my fancy. Yesterday, however, she claimed that she had the PERFECT GUY for me. Admittedly, he sounded promising to begin with: he's 28, good looking, has a great job, and... a non-drinker (which is a huge selling point for me).

Well, I remained skeptical, but he came over yesterday and we hit it off really well. My landlady kept making ridiculous excuses to leave us alone in the lounge room. Let me tell you Internets, her ruses were about as subtle as a sledgehammer to the brain. Sidenote: after he left, my landlady said, "Did I do good?!" and she sounded exactly like Kathy Bates in the movie Misery.

Creepy.

I don't know if anything will come of it, but fingers crossed.

Job findin'

I found a job! One that doesn't involve flipping burgers! Last night I made this fudge for my office. It tasted amazing. I feel weird tooting my own horn about it since the recipe was so simple, but I put it on the table in the kitchen at work and it was gone in a flash! And NO, not because someone dumped it in the trash. I checked.

Also, today found out that my office has a Toastmaster's Club. Apparently the CEO is in love with Toastmasters, and has an incentive scheme built in for those who join. I hate public speaking, but if bonuses are involved, I think I could learn to tolerate it.

Quick poll: Don't you love it when you're waiting in line at Target, and the customers behind you start talking about you like you're not there? I do!

I picked up a magazine to flick through while waiting, but the line started moving forward so I immediately put it back. Guy 1 was like: "She touched the magazine, she has to pay for it!" to his buddy. Then when it was my turn to pay, I started talking to the cashier and Guy 1 said to his friend: "Hey, she sounds like Nicky. Do you miss her?" and Guy 2 replied: "Hell no, fuck that bitch!".

Hello, I'm standing right here, I can hear you! So rude.

Job lookin'

I have spent the past couple of days job hunting (or as my landlady calls it, "job lookin'").

It is the most frustrating thing ever. I am looking for an administrative job, and there are very few being advertised, especially at this time of year. My problems are compounded by the fact that I am still waiting for my social security number to arrive, and employers are reluctant to hire without it.

Have registered with at least ten temp agencies, and all of them have said that they are very slow this time of year, with the exception of light industrial and manufacturing roles. As much as I would love to spend a 40-hour work week standing before a conveyor belt putting cherries on top of cupcakes (or whatever it is that factory workers do), I must gracefully decline this type of work.

My only consolation is that I feel slightly superior to my fellow job hunters. There was a sign-in register at one of the temp agencies I visited, and under the heading "Type of job desired", one applicant had written, "a good payin one". Bravo, sir.

Anyway, I have an interview on Monday, so fingers crossed for me, please!