The saga continues...
I do not understand this song. I do not like it. It disturbs me. And I do not understand their connection to Bam Margera.
Okay, anyway. Update for those interested: After several attempts yesterday, someone answered my phone call. I didn't know what to say. No one ever answers my phone calls. But the good news is I managed to pull together some sentences, and I have a reference for whatever and whenever I need. Yay! Third reference. Now to put the finishing touches on letters, resume, and the like, and mail it all out on Monday. Oh goodness!
So, we'll see what happens. If I don't get the teaching position, I stay at the plumbing industry.
Speaking of which, my "big boss" called me twice today. It always worries me a little when he says to stop by his office when I have the time because he has something for me. This usually is a Sports Illustrated with Duke on the cover or an article in said magazine. I love it. Where else will the legal person/credit ceo call one of his lower mid-important employees into his office to offer sporting literature? And where else will I ever be derailed from my trip to the bathroom to answer the question, "How many levels of hell are there in 'the Inferno?'" by my immediate boss and her co-manager? And "It's 'Ode to a...' what? Jar of cookies?" I think they do think I have answers for everything.
PS - keep me in prayer. I've been having blood sugar issues lately.
Okay, anyway. Update for those interested: After several attempts yesterday, someone answered my phone call. I didn't know what to say. No one ever answers my phone calls. But the good news is I managed to pull together some sentences, and I have a reference for whatever and whenever I need. Yay! Third reference. Now to put the finishing touches on letters, resume, and the like, and mail it all out on Monday. Oh goodness!
So, we'll see what happens. If I don't get the teaching position, I stay at the plumbing industry.
Speaking of which, my "big boss" called me twice today. It always worries me a little when he says to stop by his office when I have the time because he has something for me. This usually is a Sports Illustrated with Duke on the cover or an article in said magazine. I love it. Where else will the legal person/credit ceo call one of his lower mid-important employees into his office to offer sporting literature? And where else will I ever be derailed from my trip to the bathroom to answer the question, "How many levels of hell are there in 'the Inferno?'" by my immediate boss and her co-manager? And "It's 'Ode to a...' what? Jar of cookies?" I think they do think I have answers for everything.
PS - keep me in prayer. I've been having blood sugar issues lately.