PizzaHut makes me happy. :-) Or, PizzaHut *will* make me happy Thursday afternoon, when I go there for the buffet lunch deal. That's all, really. Job interview tomorrow in Edinburgh (I am too nervous for this considering my being American pretty much disqualifies me from applying in the first place), PizzaHut buffet Thursday (I am excited for this, and rightly so)...and my dress trousers are too short for my dress boots.

The more preparatory research I do for this interview, the more I want the position. And the harder I have to work to keep myself from expecting anything. I want to claim that it isn't fair, because if I were applying for this position and had a European passport (or if I were applying for a similar position in the US), I would have an excellent chance of being hired. It's just a little booklet of stamps...something so small, but so damning. *oh well* PizzaHut on Thursday. Fast food restaurants don't check passports.