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I realize this thing has become all about my as of yet unsuccessful job search, except for when I'm writing about the jobs I don't want anymore. Now that my guilt is admonished by that necessary disclaimer: along these lines, today I got an unsolicited voicemail (because I haven't sent out the second batch of letters yet) from the chef de cuisine at Restaurant David Drake, another place I'm terrified may be out of my current league. But whatever, I'm calling them back tomorrow, and because I couldn't reach either of my parents to tell them, I'm just jotting it down here, so that hopefully someone else can share the burden of my anxiety.
Of course, this means I have to have my papers all in order for tomorrow so that I can legitimately offer them the crazy option of my jetting down the parkway after work for a meeting. Otherwise, it's someday next week.
I really need to relax.
In other news: Kathy Griffin's stand up act isn't really all that hilarious, but her reality show has some truly fantastic moments.
Of course, this means I have to have my papers all in order for tomorrow so that I can legitimately offer them the crazy option of my jetting down the parkway after work for a meeting. Otherwise, it's someday next week.
I really need to relax.
In other news: Kathy Griffin's stand up act isn't really all that hilarious, but her reality show has some truly fantastic moments.