Job shit

Okay, well. I finally have an interview tomorrow afternoon. I went into the place that said they'd get back to me and never did, and the manager said that they stopped doing online applications because no one was actually looking at them >:| But whatever, I might finally have a real job after eight fucking months. 

Obviously I really hope I get the job, I need to work so I can progress in anyway in my life (hashtag impoverished family moment), but I hate change so fucking bad. My stomach is literally in knots just thinking about my daily routine being thrown off. Everything is very specific to me, so uprooting my entire life's structure is very fucking scary. I know I will get over it in like 2-3 weeks, but I have to GET THERE. That's the hard part. Siggh.. whatever. I would be able to go to the theater more often so that's getting my through right now.

I also have a house cleaning gig in the morning, so yay extra cash. Might get real wild with it and buy a $1.35 soda on the way home from the job interview.