fabulous hair and free coffee...what more could a grrrl want?
I've largely been keeping the job hunt and family news out of public entries because, lord, who but a handful around here really gives a crap about that? *g* Today, however, I'm making an exception because a) I doubt my hair will ever look this good again in this lifetime or any others and b) FREE COFFEE OMG. These elements dovetail as a result of the today's interview.
I had a very nice first interview for a direct-hire position yesterday. Nice enough, in fact, that the president of the company requested to meet with me in person first thing this morning for a second interview. My aunt Suzie had sent me a tiny care package, which included a small tube of something called Silky Dirt because, much as my niece has The Curse of the Curls, so too does my aunt. I'll be damned if it didn't work a charm on allowing me to style my hair in sort of a vintage 1940s 'do, with the front and sides rolled back (secured with little red bows which match the little red bows on my sexass shoes.) The ringlets in the back were coaxed into a little bit looser curl which almost nailed the soft waves favored during that time.
In fact, the whole outfit is kind of a wink and a nod toward the vintage look of the mid-40s, but with a slightly modern, slightly Corporate Goth edge. FWIW, I haven't changed out of the outfit yet. If there's anyone local who wants to see how this outfit defies logic and reason to work just beautifully for a professional but striking effect, ping me! I'll totally show off my once-in-a-lifetime non-horrible hair.
Oh, and the interview with the president went very well. This company provides specialized coverage for, say, forensic experts who get called to testify. I actually know some of the folks who have policies with this place from Back in the Day. I was able to surprise and impress the president by discussing the company from the policy holders' POV. The interview felt less like an interview and more like a comfortable conversation between peers. It must have lasted forty-five minutes, which I've subsequently learned is rare for this gentleman. Still, despite the fact that he asked when I could start and told me I'm "wonderfully" qualified for the position, there are other candidates for him to meet.
I'm just glad to know I did right by the temp agency working with me. Ann is over the moon with delight about the feedback she got yesterday, as well as with the information I passed along regarding today's meeting. When I mentioned I remain aware of the fact there might be someone with better qualifications who will come along after me, she piffled that away and countered that she already has a fresh list of opportunities. She fully believes she'll have me in a top-notch job of my choosing in a matter of weeks, if not days.
All I can say is bless her. Seriously. I've desperately needed someone to see me as a worthwhile candidate, as much for access to prospective jobs as for my overall self-esteem. Ann is doing wonders on both accounts and I will absolutely send this woman some sort of gift basket or flowers or something if I land this gig.
Onward, though. As an indulgence, I stopped at a Starbuck's near 59 and Irving Park. I make note of this because not only did I get fantastic service with my order but, when things slowed, Ashley, the lovely young woman on the other side of the counter asked if I'd be willing to try their newest as-yet-unadvertised drink: a honey latte. My inner Captain Jack Harkness nearly succeeded in getting me to reply, "Oh, darling. You ask me that as if there's anything I wouldn't put in my mouth." However, I have enough of an inner Ten who in turn managed to elbow my Jack before I said anything of the sort.
Instead, I simply accepted her offer and promised to write up my opinion on the honey latte on my blog. (Ashley, if you make it here, hi! Thank you again for the lovely drink!) She asked if I've ever had baklava, which I have, then explained the honey latte had something of a similar flavor. She was absolutely right. It's made with a flavored syrup with a touch of whipped cream and real honey drizzled on top. Folks may make noises about how EVOL OMG Starbuck's is but, really, this drink is quite nice. It's evocative of spring for me, despite the mild chill in the air and the slow-melting drifts of snow along the sides of the roads. It has the faintest floral note in its finish, one which I like even though it's close to being almost too sweet for me the way baklava can be almost too sweet at times.
So. If this new drink shows up at your local Starbuck's and you feel like giving it a go, I'd certainly be interested in hearing your opinion. It may not be your cuppa (so to speak) but you just know Captain Jack would be so proud of you for putting something hot and sweet in your mouth then savoring and swallowing. DON'T LOOK AT ME THAT WAY. YOU KNOW I'M RIGHT SO DON'T EVEN TRY TO ARGUE.
As a bonus, that lovely beverage brought me to a total of six shots of espresso. I should have done another four shots or so to have an excuse to go see Dr. Hottie. My hair? So should not be unadmired today, even if I have caffeinate myself into heart palpitations just to score a hot doc's hands down the front of my shirt.
(Wow. I really do have my Captain Jack on today, don't I?)
I'm actually serious about feeling happy and optimistic and social enough to visit if anyone wants to hook up today. If not, no worries. A little more caffeine, and I'll be working myself into Dr. Hottie's schedule a bit sooner than presently planned. *g*
More later. Cheers!
I had a very nice first interview for a direct-hire position yesterday. Nice enough, in fact, that the president of the company requested to meet with me in person first thing this morning for a second interview. My aunt Suzie had sent me a tiny care package, which included a small tube of something called Silky Dirt because, much as my niece has The Curse of the Curls, so too does my aunt. I'll be damned if it didn't work a charm on allowing me to style my hair in sort of a vintage 1940s 'do, with the front and sides rolled back (secured with little red bows which match the little red bows on my sexass shoes.) The ringlets in the back were coaxed into a little bit looser curl which almost nailed the soft waves favored during that time.
In fact, the whole outfit is kind of a wink and a nod toward the vintage look of the mid-40s, but with a slightly modern, slightly Corporate Goth edge. FWIW, I haven't changed out of the outfit yet. If there's anyone local who wants to see how this outfit defies logic and reason to work just beautifully for a professional but striking effect, ping me! I'll totally show off my once-in-a-lifetime non-horrible hair.
Oh, and the interview with the president went very well. This company provides specialized coverage for, say, forensic experts who get called to testify. I actually know some of the folks who have policies with this place from Back in the Day. I was able to surprise and impress the president by discussing the company from the policy holders' POV. The interview felt less like an interview and more like a comfortable conversation between peers. It must have lasted forty-five minutes, which I've subsequently learned is rare for this gentleman. Still, despite the fact that he asked when I could start and told me I'm "wonderfully" qualified for the position, there are other candidates for him to meet.
I'm just glad to know I did right by the temp agency working with me. Ann is over the moon with delight about the feedback she got yesterday, as well as with the information I passed along regarding today's meeting. When I mentioned I remain aware of the fact there might be someone with better qualifications who will come along after me, she piffled that away and countered that she already has a fresh list of opportunities. She fully believes she'll have me in a top-notch job of my choosing in a matter of weeks, if not days.
All I can say is bless her. Seriously. I've desperately needed someone to see me as a worthwhile candidate, as much for access to prospective jobs as for my overall self-esteem. Ann is doing wonders on both accounts and I will absolutely send this woman some sort of gift basket or flowers or something if I land this gig.
Onward, though. As an indulgence, I stopped at a Starbuck's near 59 and Irving Park. I make note of this because not only did I get fantastic service with my order but, when things slowed, Ashley, the lovely young woman on the other side of the counter asked if I'd be willing to try their newest as-yet-unadvertised drink: a honey latte. My inner Captain Jack Harkness nearly succeeded in getting me to reply, "Oh, darling. You ask me that as if there's anything I wouldn't put in my mouth." However, I have enough of an inner Ten who in turn managed to elbow my Jack before I said anything of the sort.
Instead, I simply accepted her offer and promised to write up my opinion on the honey latte on my blog. (Ashley, if you make it here, hi! Thank you again for the lovely drink!) She asked if I've ever had baklava, which I have, then explained the honey latte had something of a similar flavor. She was absolutely right. It's made with a flavored syrup with a touch of whipped cream and real honey drizzled on top. Folks may make noises about how EVOL OMG Starbuck's is but, really, this drink is quite nice. It's evocative of spring for me, despite the mild chill in the air and the slow-melting drifts of snow along the sides of the roads. It has the faintest floral note in its finish, one which I like even though it's close to being almost too sweet for me the way baklava can be almost too sweet at times.
So. If this new drink shows up at your local Starbuck's and you feel like giving it a go, I'd certainly be interested in hearing your opinion. It may not be your cuppa (so to speak) but you just know Captain Jack would be so proud of you for putting something hot and sweet in your mouth then savoring and swallowing. DON'T LOOK AT ME THAT WAY. YOU KNOW I'M RIGHT SO DON'T EVEN TRY TO ARGUE.
As a bonus, that lovely beverage brought me to a total of six shots of espresso. I should have done another four shots or so to have an excuse to go see Dr. Hottie. My hair? So should not be unadmired today, even if I have caffeinate myself into heart palpitations just to score a hot doc's hands down the front of my shirt.
(Wow. I really do have my Captain Jack on today, don't I?)
I'm actually serious about feeling happy and optimistic and social enough to visit if anyone wants to hook up today. If not, no worries. A little more caffeine, and I'll be working myself into Dr. Hottie's schedule a bit sooner than presently planned. *g*
More later. Cheers!