Dear precious Blackberry,
I was really kind of embarrassed Saturday night when I realized that I was purse-dialing my most recent ex-boss as I left Target. I quickly punched you in an effort to end the call and hoped that he wouldn’t call back.
Well, he did call back, it just took him five days, but the call came bearing good news.
Blackberry, I have my job back. I had to re-apply for it, and employment probably won’t start until a week or two (barring any abnormalities in the re-hiring process/my infamous black cloud coming back to hover) but holy shit, it will be nice to have a steady income again. Especially since our second income just ended last week. And it’s still a part-time position so I can still piss around with that art shit.
I have no idea if I remember how to do a single fucking there. Oh well!
Blackberry, I’m attributing my good fortune to you, because I believe that my boss forgot that I existed until you decided to prank call him at 9:30 on a Saturday night, making him realize that hey, maybe there was once again enough work down there for a need to bring me back in. Thank you, Blackberry, and my inability to put you in lock-down mode despite everyone’s urging.
Loving you lots like tater tots,