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I scheduled my interview with the human resources office for tomorrow at 10am. I thought the conversation was a little odd though.
HR Lady: "What time would be good for you?"
Me: "Morning. Anytime before noon." (I'm a morning person)
HR Lady: "Would 10am be alright?"
Me: "Yeah, that'd be perfect. I'll see-"
HR Lady: "It will only take a minute, I'm sure, then the board will want to meet you. They have an opening Friday, would 10am work for you that day?"
Me: "Uh... (sounding very stupid) okay..."
They scheduled a second interview before I had the first one. WTF?
Kenneth and Rick came over last night to chill. Between me, Candi, Kenneth and Rick, we killed two bottles of Jaegermeister, 8 Red Bulls, and started on the Malibu spiced rum. They we proceeded to drunkenly jam (me with my harmonica, they with their guitars) and actually managed to not suck. (Loren, Kenneth, and Rick are all in a band, and they are good. I managed not to suck.)
At 3am, I went to my room (I planned to run at 7, wanted four hours of sleep at least) and stripped down to my underwear. And was promtly bitten by a mosquito. In my mildly inebriated state I decided, I must kill the mosquito before I can sleep, or it will drink all my blood.
I spent the next hour, drunk and dead tired, sitting in my bed and rummaging through my room, looking for this mosquito. An hour I looked for this damned thing. I missed it a few times (so I knew it was real - I was beginning to doubt myself in the first 30 minutes) but eventually killed it, roaring triumphantly at my victory. Loud enough Candi and Rick came to see what I was yelling about.
I passed out about 5 seconds after my underwear clad victory dance, which was observed but thankfully not photographed. (I think it was a Britney Spears dance)
HR Lady: "What time would be good for you?"
Me: "Morning. Anytime before noon." (I'm a morning person)
HR Lady: "Would 10am be alright?"
Me: "Yeah, that'd be perfect. I'll see-"
HR Lady: "It will only take a minute, I'm sure, then the board will want to meet you. They have an opening Friday, would 10am work for you that day?"
Me: "Uh... (sounding very stupid) okay..."
They scheduled a second interview before I had the first one. WTF?
Kenneth and Rick came over last night to chill. Between me, Candi, Kenneth and Rick, we killed two bottles of Jaegermeister, 8 Red Bulls, and started on the Malibu spiced rum. They we proceeded to drunkenly jam (me with my harmonica, they with their guitars) and actually managed to not suck. (Loren, Kenneth, and Rick are all in a band, and they are good. I managed not to suck.)
At 3am, I went to my room (I planned to run at 7, wanted four hours of sleep at least) and stripped down to my underwear. And was promtly bitten by a mosquito. In my mildly inebriated state I decided, I must kill the mosquito before I can sleep, or it will drink all my blood.
I spent the next hour, drunk and dead tired, sitting in my bed and rummaging through my room, looking for this mosquito. An hour I looked for this damned thing. I missed it a few times (so I knew it was real - I was beginning to doubt myself in the first 30 minutes) but eventually killed it, roaring triumphantly at my victory. Loud enough Candi and Rick came to see what I was yelling about.
I passed out about 5 seconds after my underwear clad victory dance, which was observed but thankfully not photographed. (I think it was a Britney Spears dance)