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last night I dreamt I was in Jamaica during some festival, and some chick cut off my legs and stole them while I was sleeping in the hotel.

bitching

grr....

The phone's been fucked up since the storm. I've been trying to call about the job mentioned here, but getting a dialtone is proving difficult.

I'd say, "I wish I had a cell", but a lot of the cellular towers in Memphis are down, also. I'd probably still be fucked.

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Finally got through to the dude at Flextronics, and the phone was blissfully clear through our 30-minute interview.

His response was neither positive nor negative.

I hate recruiters.

I guess I'll just call and badger him on Monday if I haven't heard back by then.

Emphasis: I hate recruiters.