Current mood:	anxious
Current music:	(the latest) Back to Mine: The Orb (sweeeeet!)

I did it all for the cobbler

Yeah! I finally got a job offer from National Instruments. After about 10 interviews and 5 rejection letters, dozens upon dozens of resumes and cover letters and no responses, this is just what I needed! I actually got an offer from a telecommunications company about a month ago, but base pay was $12/hr. Laughable, even for me. That's what I make now... and all I have to do is chill at the computer and eat an entire tray of peach cobbler.

There was some punk-ass meeting for all the punk-asses at TSTA, so I've been munching on the leftovers. I polished off the potato salad yesterday, so today's choices were beef (dry, yucky) and cobbler (sweet, peachy).

Soon, I'm going to my boss's house to walk his dog and raid his kitchen. They don't usually have anything because they're old and Jewish, so I'm bringing some reinforcements just in case: graham crackers, dried apricots, a banana, grapes, yogurt, and a can of refried beans. And before I'm accused of being a racist (I happen to adore my boss and his wife), I'll mention that Shaya (wife) doesn't eat much because of her chemotherapy and I think they prefer kosher meats. I, on the other hand, think the bounty of Satan is much tastier. He's the president and CEO of Frito Lay. Oh yeah, I have some doritos here that I snagged from the meeting. Better take those to his house too.

Post and pre-cobbler, I had lunch at the Texas Chili Parlour with a guy named Bill who is starting a company, CompleteTranslations.com. I ate some kind of funky chicken enchiladas. They weren't Chuy's or anything, just your typical Mexican fare. Well, it's not like Chuy's is really that authentic, but they use higher quality ingredients than most Mexican restaurants.

Damn, this shit is starting to upset my stomach. I may have to change my tune to, "I did it all for the pepto." Ugghhhh.