It's officially been two weeks since I interviewed with my client paper for the statehouse reporter job and...nothing. I've heard crap. Have left messages and have heard, yep, you guessed it - nothing. Ugh. So the last couple of days have been filled with little other than furiously applying to other jobs. I sent job apps to places all over the country: Arkansas, South Carolina, California, Idaho. I apparently no longer have any regional preferences. In fact, my preferences are down to just one: employment. And although one of my DC editors has assured me that the "drought will end soon," unemployment panic is not far off...

I did, however, manage to make some money today in my unemployed state. I got the security deposit back from my Wrigleyville apartment, a nice chunk of change that's going straight to el banco. Oh, I'm sorry, by 'el banco,' I meant my sister's bachelorette party. That bitch is getting out of control expensive. Just dropped about $90 with fellow dirty shoppers Sara and Kirsten on things like scavenger hunt lists and dirty dice to see what humiliations my sister will have to endure Saturday. (I folded and was talked into buying just one article of penis paraphenalia. I do not plan on encouraging its use throughout the night, but apparently what's a raunchy bachelorette party without a fake penis? Well, dignified, I guess.)

I can say with confidence that pretty much the only thing I'm looking forward to Saturday is getting my sister ass-drunk and looking like an idiot. Fellow dirty shoppers will of course be in tow. Catch the recap this Sunday, folks, should be a hoot.