Small Prayers

These are the wishes I am sending out into the Universe tonight...

This evening on the train I listened for four stops as some girl complained, practically without breathing, about her restaurant job. Please, please, please, don't make me go back to that...

My application has been submitted and I am sitting on razor's edge, waiting to hear about this apartment. Please let the response be soon, and let it be positive. I don't deal well with this sort of uncertainty, and I fear that my stress level is verging on becoming damaging to my health...

I would really like a job. One that utilizes my talents and intellect, perhaps even my insanely expensive graduate degree, and does not leave me feeling as though my soul has been sucked into a vacuum to be stored for potential (and unlikely) future use...

I hope my audition next Tuesday for [Rep Company] goes well. It may not pay, but it is good people, good cred, good work, and something I would very much like to be a part of. If this aspect of my life were going well, I could totally be more flexible on the whole soul-sucking-employment thing...

It would be stellar if the $50 that I don't really have, but have invested in this whole Chemistry.com experiment, would yield either a good dinner, or a good lay. I won't taunt the benevolence of the Universe by asking for pseudo-science to deliver me a relationship, but I could really, really use a good fuck...