Well It Ain't Hookin' But It Pays The Rent

I had a "working interview" today with the veterinary clinic.
In the words of my good friend Nora, a "working interview" is code for, "As long as you don't burn the place down, you've pretty much got the job."

Well, I didn't burn the place down.
Nor do I think my references are going to say dastardly things about me (although betting on either is never a sure thing).

So I guess I would say that as long as my references check out, I have the job.
Which is great, because the office is sunny, the people are nice, and the time FLEW by while I was there.

Plus, I can finally start buying food again instead of waiting behind the Dunkin Donuts for them to throw out the day-old donuts.

"It's a bear claw! You have no idea how rare this is."

So life, it seems, is working itself out. I'm getting a few nibbles for my freelance career, I've found a small but stable source of income, and most importantly, I'm still free to sit at home all day long and listen to Milo do this: