"There's no such thing as armpit herpes"
Sooooooooooooo I now have at least 2 job interviews, so I suppose that's something. One on Saturday at some random knitting store in MP, where instead of proving that you are not psycho or an illegal immigrant, you have to prove that you can knit. Um, oookay. I must try to make something impressive-looking. Hah. Chen where are you when I need you? Also I have an interview sometime at Barnes & Nobel, which I would prefer to the knitting yarny place, but I'm a bit too desperate to be picky. Also have apps in at Peets, Kepler's, Ann's Coffee Shop, some pharmacy, and Old Navy. Job hunting is crap.
It also needs to stop being crappy weather. Right now. I want to go to the beach.
I also drove all the way down to Mountain View to pick up my BFD tickets, but nooo even though the ticketmaster site promised me tickets at Will Call within 3 business days I can't pick them up until 3 hours before the show. Which means I have to steal my mom's creditcard and take it with me to the concert (apparently you need the credit card you ordered the tickets with to pick them up), which makes my mom extremely nervous. But I do get to spend all of tomorrow listening to music, so I shalln't complain too much.
And now I will go knit like a fiend and try to produce something that looks even vaguely impressive. Why do I pick the weirdest companies ever to apply to?
ETA: Ok, it's official, I am obviously drawn to crackpot companies. Just got back from an interview where I was required to randomly break into the song of my choosing. Weird, I tell you.
It also needs to stop being crappy weather. Right now. I want to go to the beach.
I also drove all the way down to Mountain View to pick up my BFD tickets, but nooo even though the ticketmaster site promised me tickets at Will Call within 3 business days I can't pick them up until 3 hours before the show. Which means I have to steal my mom's creditcard and take it with me to the concert (apparently you need the credit card you ordered the tickets with to pick them up), which makes my mom extremely nervous. But I do get to spend all of tomorrow listening to music, so I shalln't complain too much.
And now I will go knit like a fiend and try to produce something that looks even vaguely impressive. Why do I pick the weirdest companies ever to apply to?
ETA: Ok, it's official, I am obviously drawn to crackpot companies. Just got back from an interview where I was required to randomly break into the song of my choosing. Weird, I tell you.