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Last weekend was incredible... there's much to be said for taking chances and enjoying life's pleasures. It really can be a beautiful thing.
This week, however, has been absolute hell. My immune system decide to crap out the week of two interviews and a midterm. On tuesday I threw up such a large amount of liquid I was pretty impressed with myself. I still made it to my interviews surprisingly and suffered through an hour and a half long skill test for one of them. Everyone in the testing room was so quiet and nervous and I whip out my sammich and munched my lunch. I didn't care anymore.... Some of the questions were easy math ones and the rest were ones seeing how we would react if our employees did certain things. Sadly, "kick their ass" or "get sloshed together after work" were not available choices. Some of the questions the interviewers ask actually make me more retarded I think. At the end.. when they ask if I have any questions all I feel like saying is "glue tastes yum!" instead of the corporate butt-kissing ones we're supposed to pop out. Honestly though, I did pretty well. But that's just because.
It freaks me out so much when guys look at me appreciatively when I'm this sick. If they only knew how much snot I have in my skull they would not look at me like that.
I really want to be better by halloween. I've given up on the football game tomorrow so I have a ticket for anyone who wants it. I'm seein the doctor (my mom's request) this afternoon, I'll tell her to fix me up real good so I can scamper around EL monday in fishnets and a jet black wig. :)
This week, however, has been absolute hell. My immune system decide to crap out the week of two interviews and a midterm. On tuesday I threw up such a large amount of liquid I was pretty impressed with myself. I still made it to my interviews surprisingly and suffered through an hour and a half long skill test for one of them. Everyone in the testing room was so quiet and nervous and I whip out my sammich and munched my lunch. I didn't care anymore.... Some of the questions were easy math ones and the rest were ones seeing how we would react if our employees did certain things. Sadly, "kick their ass" or "get sloshed together after work" were not available choices. Some of the questions the interviewers ask actually make me more retarded I think. At the end.. when they ask if I have any questions all I feel like saying is "glue tastes yum!" instead of the corporate butt-kissing ones we're supposed to pop out. Honestly though, I did pretty well. But that's just because.
It freaks me out so much when guys look at me appreciatively when I'm this sick. If they only knew how much snot I have in my skull they would not look at me like that.
I really want to be better by halloween. I've given up on the football game tomorrow so I have a ticket for anyone who wants it. I'm seein the doctor (my mom's request) this afternoon, I'll tell her to fix me up real good so I can scamper around EL monday in fishnets and a jet black wig. :)