want to hug my elephant?
Yesterday while driving home I saw the first bumper sticker to make me laugh out loud since "Fat people are harder to kidnap". It read: "BIPARTISANSHIP - I'll hug your elephant if you kiss my ass".
On Monday I have a job interview. Today I found out that there will be four interviewers, basically all the managers in the unit. On the one hand, I'm sooo nervous about the interview. What if they think I'm a slacker? What if they don't think I'm management material? What if they all know that I think I'm a slacker and not management material? But on the other hand, I don't really care about the outcome. I like the job that I have right now, and I feel like I'm just starting to get in the swing of things. I don't know if I'd enjoy the new position. Oh sure, the pay hike would be grand, and the window office would be kind of cool, but would I be happy? Not sure.
In the four social gatherings I've attended in the past month, I've realized and remembered a few things. One, I'm not a social person, but I can probably do something about the paranoid social fear thing I've got going on. Two, even if I do do something about the paranoid social fear thing, I honestly don't see a compelling reason to get to know a lot of the people I've encountered. Three, I count saying "hi" as "getting to know", since if I take the trouble to say "hi", I usually follow up with small talk leading to meaningful conversation. Or at least, enjoyable conversation. Four, I always make WAY too much food. For Christmas, I'm considering buying myself some chafing dishes from Costco, so that when I overdo it on the food, at least it'll stay warm long enough for someone to actually eat it. Five, I lack the glamor to be the Belle of the Ball, the vigor to be the Life of the Party, and the confidence to be the Leader of the Pack. Six, turns out I really don't like grenadine all that much.
Well, enough about all that. My elephant still needs a hug.
rhinestone fools and silver dollars
curdle into bitter tears
On Monday I have a job interview. Today I found out that there will be four interviewers, basically all the managers in the unit. On the one hand, I'm sooo nervous about the interview. What if they think I'm a slacker? What if they don't think I'm management material? What if they all know that I think I'm a slacker and not management material? But on the other hand, I don't really care about the outcome. I like the job that I have right now, and I feel like I'm just starting to get in the swing of things. I don't know if I'd enjoy the new position. Oh sure, the pay hike would be grand, and the window office would be kind of cool, but would I be happy? Not sure.
In the four social gatherings I've attended in the past month, I've realized and remembered a few things. One, I'm not a social person, but I can probably do something about the paranoid social fear thing I've got going on. Two, even if I do do something about the paranoid social fear thing, I honestly don't see a compelling reason to get to know a lot of the people I've encountered. Three, I count saying "hi" as "getting to know", since if I take the trouble to say "hi", I usually follow up with small talk leading to meaningful conversation. Or at least, enjoyable conversation. Four, I always make WAY too much food. For Christmas, I'm considering buying myself some chafing dishes from Costco, so that when I overdo it on the food, at least it'll stay warm long enough for someone to actually eat it. Five, I lack the glamor to be the Belle of the Ball, the vigor to be the Life of the Party, and the confidence to be the Leader of the Pack. Six, turns out I really don't like grenadine all that much.
Well, enough about all that. My elephant still needs a hug.
rhinestone fools and silver dollars
curdle into bitter tears