"And here we see the elusive buttscoocher in its native habitat..."
I forgot about something funny that happened during my last interview.
When I mentioned I had no database experience, the manager was rather surprised.
"But under courses, you have "Data Structures." "
I then tried (and probably failed) to explain the humongous difference that exists between a data structure and a data base. All while trying not to laugh.
Other things in life are pretty good. Multimedia Design this morning was critiquing each others' projects, and I got some useful feedback, which is always nice.
Oh, and it's sunny out! :)
I still haven't tried to order a drink since I've turned 21. How sad is that? ::sigh:: I should at least trek over to Molly's Pub (which is about a minute walk away from my dorm) and see if they'll accept the expired license. Maybe if I work hard this evening (hah!) I'll reward myself with a drink.
I'm really glad I'm taking my art class credit/non. Otherwise I would be going insane trying to conform to what I think the prof wants. I don't care that my memory bubbles don't make sense, they're pretty, damn it! And that's what matters! To me, anyway.
Ok, interview time. Wish me luck!
When I mentioned I had no database experience, the manager was rather surprised.
"But under courses, you have "Data Structures." "
I then tried (and probably failed) to explain the humongous difference that exists between a data structure and a data base. All while trying not to laugh.
Other things in life are pretty good. Multimedia Design this morning was critiquing each others' projects, and I got some useful feedback, which is always nice.
Oh, and it's sunny out! :)
I still haven't tried to order a drink since I've turned 21. How sad is that? ::sigh:: I should at least trek over to Molly's Pub (which is about a minute walk away from my dorm) and see if they'll accept the expired license. Maybe if I work hard this evening (hah!) I'll reward myself with a drink.
I'm really glad I'm taking my art class credit/non. Otherwise I would be going insane trying to conform to what I think the prof wants. I don't care that my memory bubbles don't make sense, they're pretty, damn it! And that's what matters! To me, anyway.
Ok, interview time. Wish me luck!