OT: Who gets the last word?

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one of the jobs I got, interviewed for the promotion by a team manager that had never had a good thing to say about me or to me. The account manager was in there and she always was nice to me, and said good things about me, but she let the other lady interview me. Was nervous the whole time, thought I said everything wrong, and yet, the lady who hated me rated my interview the highest out of everybody, and the other rated me 2nd best. Overall, with all things they looked at, finished 2nd best to my good friend, so wasn't too bad since they hired 5 people for the promotion. I asked everybody who applied who interviewed them, while the other took notes, and I was the only one who had the mean lady interview me with the nice lady take notes.
 
I'm tired and I want to go to bed but I'm putting it off because my husband is watching Evita in there and I can hear it plenty in here and I don't want to fall asleep watching it because I'll have some stupid ass dreams about it, not to mention the fact of all the fucking music stuck in my head all day tomorrow.
 
Yay, Thursday! This week has sucked. I've spent every day (including today) sectioning mouse brains in a -20C cryostat. My hands are numb most of the day.

So, I belong to another message board that is entirely different than this one (it started as a Chicago wedding planning board and is now more of a social club). Some of the women on there are talking about how they listen to so much heavy metal because they listen to Metallica and Megadeth. And, I think someone dropped Danzig's name. It's kind of funny.
 
Lovely. Some construction workers hit a gas main across the street from us and the building reeks of gas(not that kind, dd) and they have us on a stand by on whether we should be evacuated:mad: ...I want to fucking get out of here.
 
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