Did you ever see the Friends episode,"The one with George Stephonopolis"? It's the one where the boys go to the hockey game and the girls have a slumber party, drink and end up with George Stephonopolis' pizza?
Anyway, my point is about the floopy-ness. When does life get un-floopy?
This afternoon really was feeling floopy. The topper was that I was filling out an online application for a high school teaching position (don't worry mom, I still have a job, I'm just looking to get back in at the High School level--I do have a preference!) and I received a rejection e-mail before I even submitted the app! Are my qualifications that sucky, that the district decided to say, "Hey, stop typing! Don't waste your time!"? WTF!
I feel like I need a plan, and like Phoebe, "I don't even have a 'pl.'"
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