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Had an interview today with an employment agency. The interviewer seemed nice enough. He talked a lot about how they make magic there at the agency, and how he was a matchmaker. A magical matchmaker. A matchmaking magician. Hmmmm. I just smiled and nodded my head. Magic doesn't happen right away you know. The only thing he told me for certain is that I could expect to make a lot less money here in this area. I could have told him that. I was five minutes late, I had forgotten my wallet and I felt like my breasts were too big. Not too big in the sense that I wouldn't be taken seriously, more like in the sense of an overlarge zit in the center of my forehead. I've actually been wearing real bras the past couple of days, and the combination of one of those (oh my goodness, I have two breasts!) and a snug black turtle neck from my pre-Connor days is making me feel a bit defined. He asked me if I thought I would get any negative references from my previous employers. I said, "No." and hoped I was telling the truth. I've been listening to The Girl's Guide to Hunting and Fishing on audio tape in the car, and now I feel like I'm writing in the same 'adventures of an awkward pre-pubescent in an adult's body' sort of tone. :P