Call me irresponsible...

...And I'll bite your head off. Even imply it and I'll fight back. In so doing, I probably just guaranteed myself a nice $600 bill for those damn keys I talked about in my last blog. This whole issue has been taking place over email, and this morning some random key/door middle man in facilities decides to weigh in on the issue and insinuated that I was not responsible enough to have these keys. Call me what you want, but NEVER call me irresponsible. Hell, I'm responsible enough to take the blame for something that no one has any proof of me doing (or not doing, in this case). So I sent an angry email, which I wouldn't take back even if I could. Bullshit. I'm done being civil. And if that makes me some enemies, so be it. Maybe I shouldn't stay here after all.

I'm on an interview right now. They took me to the Rainforest Cafe for dinner. I've never been, so it was really cool. Loud, but cool. And my allergies are killing me, I may not have a voice to interview with tomorrow. Plus I'm still furious, so I won't be going to sleep anytime soon. Guess I won't be doing all that hot on this one. So maybe I'll actually get the job...