Damn, if I don’t have to go back to doing it again.  Tomorrow I have a job interview. I hate job interviews. They are like the adult version of having to get your vaccinations. As if that event isn’t traumatic enough in itself, the reason you are doing it is so you can subject yourself to anywhere from days to years of attendance in classes or at work, which is the total opposite of what life is all about. But, alas, we have debt to pay off and I want to get it paid off. One, so we can stop worrying about it. Two, because I kind of have no choice in getting the hospital bills paid off or else they won’t let me get my next round of testing done come July. Three, the most important reason, because we have to get our asses to New York so that when Hillary gets the nod, we can be there for the exquisitely exciting campaign. Girl Power! Rock! So, away with this nasty debt and the nasty stress that comes along with it, and hola to all things bright and beautiful. For today at least.