Friday the frikkin' 13th.

To call today "my day of hell", would be an understatement. My boss was such a jerk towards me today, one of the account execs had to take me aside to boost my morale. Is it wrong to want to watch someone suffer and enjoy it?

On top of that, after two weeks of waiting, I still have no word about a possible new position at this great ad agency in downtown Manhattan. With that said, my GMAT is tomorrow and I'm scared shitless. Not because I don't think I'm prepared (I've been at this since July!?!), but moreso of what happens next.

There is another position I'm up for all the way out in San Francisco...and if that pulls through, I'd have to pick up and leave NYC...I always thought I'd be able to do that at the drop of a dime, but hell...I didn't think it'd be in the next month. Might as well, since I'll be applying to several west coast schools in the area.

Crap.

I am glad, however, that my mom is visiting me here in Queens while my sis is out with her girls. She's cooking dinner as I type and cram. Nothing like mom's home cookin' with a side of good old Filipino wisdom to make a guy feel better. Especially when it's lumiang sariwa.

I appreciate the good luck texts and calls, but damn it, stop distracting me people!! Just buy me a shot tomorrow night at Kenny's Sweet Sixteen + 10. It'll be so on. SO on.