Earlier today my cellphone rang while I was at my temp job, but I couldn't answer it right at the moment. There was no message, so I Googled the number: it was one of the companies I'd applied to. No email from them, and they didn't call back. I'm thinking they heard my message and thought, "Oh...no, too gay."
Speaking of *too gay*, at the temp job today I was going through a cupboard looking for file folders and came across a wire hanger. No idea why it was there, but I felt a strange compulsion to raise it over my head and say, in my very best Faye Dunaway Does Joan Crawford Voice, "No...wire...hangers...EVER!!!!!"
The people around me couldn't have looked more uncomfortable if I'd gotten out a can of Dutch Cleanser and beaten a small child with it. I'm glad the other job at this place didn't work out for me. I'll try to remember not to break out the Carol Channing.