Timing.

My body has the best timing.

And by best I mean worst.

I am currently laying in bed feeling awful.

It's bad enough to be sick when you're a manager at a short staffed cafe, however, it's downright unfair when you're sick and have your first "big girl" job interview in about 36 hours.

I wish I was kidding.

But I'm not.

I even hauled my lazy butt out in torrential downpours to but a suit coat.

I bet you're loving hearing me whine, right?

I'm just frustrated!

Interview Friday at 3:45.

Pray I knock it out of the park, since it would be a great job to have for the next few years!

That's all I guess.

Time to pass out!