One interview down, just one more to go.

I so badly want this job at the eye clinic, and when I want a job badly I never get it. So I am fully preparing myself for a "you haven't got the job" call this afternoon.

Scott and I were at each others throats yesterday, he left but came back with a cream bun as a peace offering.

Damn it was one fine cream bun and I have decided that we must fight more often so that I can enjoy some bakery goodness regularly.

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