Got a call yesterday from an assistant manager at a local (okay, next town over, but still fairly close, bout...10-20 minutes away) Wal-Mart regarding an application I put in, like...a month ago. Called dude back today, as he wasn't picking up yesterday, and he said that he'd call me back in a few minutes and see if we can't set me up with an interview.
Its only a cashier position, but fuck yes. Because fucking money. My money. My own fucking money, that I can use to my own fucking ends.
(I'm so excited because, should I get it, this would be my second job, and my first non-temporary job.)