Words of wisdom.
The South couldn't rise again if the Mississippi was full of Viagra and Cialis.
Thank you.
Fuck.
Anyway I told the guy I'll see him on Tuesday the 28th. It'll be down in Trinidad and next Monday we'll hash things out about the second interview. Now my department manager already told me to put my name on the calendar so I am not expecting any difficulties but damn it I'm going to cut work if there's shit.
These weren't the usual applications. Someone had replaced every application with a White Wolf character sheet. Now I don't remember what tribe, clan, kith, tradition, what have you they were representative of but they sure as hell weren't applications for usurious loans that are guaranteed to dig your grave.
So I went to the department manager to find out what's going on. She started berating me that I was slacking and avoiding work. I shrugged and went back to my desk wondering what the hell I was supposed to do with a pile of ten World of Darkness character sheets.
I don't recall if they were completed or if they were blanks.
