Off The Charts

Well, looks like that so-called job just set my BS meter to flying off the charts. I mean, I'm sure they're a lovely company and all, but I don't want to join your pyramid scheme, thanks, I just want a job. Blah. I'm ridiculously tired and cranky and wanting to use words I know I'd regret in the morning. Life goes on, and I'm sure everything will eventually come up roses. Except right now I just want to go to bed and cry.