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. I did get the job-- they were just decided to fuck around with me and take their time calling me back. But I have the fucking job, and that's all that really matters. So I'm going in for all the lame-ass orientation stuff tomorrow morning and then I start cleaning toliets and making beds right away on Saturday. I'm strangely excited.

This also means I can move out. I'm very excited about that.

Although I have a sinking feeling that this job is going to involve really bad pants.

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