So, I went to my appointment down at CCT in Beverly Hills and, despite not having slept enough and still getting over this damn cold, everything went well. They were even somewhat accomodating when I told them I couldn't give them a final answer until I heard from my next appointment. My parking was validated and all was more or less right with the world...except for the fact that I was in Beverly Hills around 3pm and praying to Cthulhu that I wouldn't be stuck in traffic.

So, I took a half hour for lunch at Subway and blew the last of my fun money from April.

Made it to Burbank by four, by taking the traditional "escape-from-the-310-via-Hollywood-and-muscle-your-way-to-the-5-from-Los-Feliz" route. I was kinda surprised it worked. I'd considered trying to sneak into the Valley through Laurel Canyon, but I dropped that idea real flamin' quick. Consider me educated on that front. :)

B&H seemed to go well. I was early, I tried to seem intelligent, dilligent and still honest.

I swear t'flamin' fuck, though, the next employer who asks me what my goals are, I'm just gonna tell him it's to fuck their spouse in Hugh Hefner's grotto. I'm really sick of that fucking question.

At least he was nice enough to tell me that I'll either get a phone call by Friday or a postcard next week with a big middle finger on it. So I shouldn't be waiting too long...

All right, back to the coughing and whatnot...