Sweat slowly seeped onto my brow, eyes twitching ever so slightly while palms were firmly clenched as to keep them from gravitating to my naughty bits subconsciously.

No no I’m not describing my first date (which was more awkward than one could ever possibly retell and thus explains why it has been kept out of public light) but instead a recent job interview I had the joy of waking up at a normal (or dare I say “human”) hour to attend.

Now I’ve been offered ALOT of jobs so far (mostly by old high school friends, one even going as far as to offer me a position as his personal maid and while I’m sure it was meant as an insultive joke of sorts, I think we all know I’d look pretty good in that outfit) but considering the daring combination of being sicklier than a bucket of premium SARS and my on-going studies I’ve had to turn all of them down with little more than a second’s thought.

However the universe spun it’s virtual webs around my poor little hermity soul and suddenly I was offered a job so extremely part-time and so well paying for those few hours that I couldn’t rightly refuse it.

Aquiring this offering however did require a torturous memory of a hairy naked man with his penis tucked between his legs being engraved INTO MY VERY CORE (and as it turns out he might become another one of my bosses soon too) but the story behind Sir Penistuck is far too long and traumatic for me to go into proper details regarding. I will instead say only that I vaguely met the guy on modblog years ago and thanks to him……..I now hate webcams.

Of course even after the horrific trails involving hairy manly regions I had endured, I still had the aforementioned awkwardalishious interview to go through. During it I did the insanely illogical thing, possibly the most unapproved job getting technique KNOWN TO MANKIND and…….told the truth. Yes yes my loyal accidental browsers, when he asked if I was good at something I honestly told him when I sucked or that I was still learning the actual content. I even went as far as to describe my IBS and how my rear-end was violently reciting its best sonnet to the nearest toilet (as a result) mere minutes before the interview. (Thus the ever so CUNNING headline joke)

You’d be surprised to find out I actually got the job, almost as surprised to find that out as I was.

So what does this mean? It means 15 hours of work per MONTH which will barely impact my self-touching schedule at all and still gives me a damn decent salary considering the hours. The work itself also serves as a small bit of training for my studies as it does dabble in Network Administration while mostly being in the Technical repair/maintenance aspects I’ve already studied in.

In other newsy news I’ve been battling with the ever growing temptation do something ever so foul and turn this (partially at most) into an anime blog. I have been battling with this idea since the site’s very founding but have constantly stopped myself as I do realise that the vast majority of you don’t give a flying ass sponge (the best kind of sponge!) about what I think about particular anime series. The plus side however would be me updating far more regularly as I do seem to plow through more than 50 odd series a year, not so many series that arn’t odd but you get the lame joke.

P.S.

As you all know this site was hacked not once but TWICE (and by different – equally bored – people to boot) a few weeks back. I then proceeded to load up a bootleg copy of HACKERS, played it in the background and intensely battled them in the site’s MySql database while reciting “I AM ZEROCOOL!!!!!” until I stopped crying about the sudden realisation of me not having a social life.