You Like Me, You Really Like Me
Well, not really - but the good news is, I heard from a recruiter today!! After the little effort I've made so far, that's a miracle. This is for the job that would be 20-30 minutes from my house. In my whole adult working life post college, that is the closest I have ever lived to work. Not to say I have the job, but the guy was drooling over the fact I have a clearance. So maybe good things.
Of course, that brings up what if I really get the job (and oh, yeah, I'd be taking it) and what do I tell the rat bastards. They don't seem like the kind of people who will be all understanding and supportive of my career choices. I can visualize either an angry, nasty "discussion" or cold-as-ice we'll never speak to you again. I don't think they can do anything to screw me over, but you never know. I've been fluctuating between dying to tell them off and hoping it will be over real quick and I don't have to see them again. But suffice unto the day . . .
Made the mistake of reading part 4 of Anaross's lovely story, Stay, while I was all keyed up today. The first time, I cried for Buffy. The second time through, I cried and cried for Spike and now my head is all stuffed and my eyes are burning. But what a great story.
I'm helping my brother put together my sister-in-law's 50th birthday party. So tonight addressing the invitations - I think I'll address and watch Due South. Tomorrow I have to run around like a crazy person to get ready to fly to Syracuse, NY to teach a class. Mostly I'm concerned I get there in time to catch the first Gilmore Girls. Heh. I think Luke is going to say . . .yes.
Of course, that brings up what if I really get the job (and oh, yeah, I'd be taking it) and what do I tell the rat bastards. They don't seem like the kind of people who will be all understanding and supportive of my career choices. I can visualize either an angry, nasty "discussion" or cold-as-ice we'll never speak to you again. I don't think they can do anything to screw me over, but you never know. I've been fluctuating between dying to tell them off and hoping it will be over real quick and I don't have to see them again. But suffice unto the day . . .
Made the mistake of reading part 4 of Anaross's lovely story, Stay, while I was all keyed up today. The first time, I cried for Buffy. The second time through, I cried and cried for Spike and now my head is all stuffed and my eyes are burning. But what a great story.
I'm helping my brother put together my sister-in-law's 50th birthday party. So tonight addressing the invitations - I think I'll address and watch Due South. Tomorrow I have to run around like a crazy person to get ready to fly to Syracuse, NY to teach a class. Mostly I'm concerned I get there in time to catch the first Gilmore Girls. Heh. I think Luke is going to say . . .yes.