Today I received a returning call from one of the supermarkets I applied for. They want to interview me tomorrow. Strange. I didn't entirely expect to even be considered. "Courtesy clerk", here I come.

As a result, I went to the barber and got my hair trimmed. If I hadn't told you, I'm growing it out of the previously short 'do I had before, so I was careful not to get too much off. It looks odd now, but it's at least half-neat and presentable.

The Beatles make me happy.