On the way to work today, I sat behind this guy with a fat head. You know how the skin on your head is tight to your skull? It’s just like bone and then skin. This guy looked like he had a thick layer of fat between them and it was all wrinkled like a brain. Not the kind of thing to have to see at 8am.
I’m so gonna miss this place when I go. The people here are sooo nice. The job itself kinda bites, but the people are awesome. They’ve been e-mailing me and visiting my office all morning to congratulate me and wish me the best on my interview coming up this afternoon, just overall being my cheerleaders for the day. YAY. It feels good. I actually think they’re more excited than I am.
The support is definitely giving me more confidence. I still don’t think I’ll get the job, but instead of saying, “I definitely won’t get it,” I’ve progressed to, “I probably won’t get it.” Good to have people seriously rooting for me tho since I’m usually the Charlie Brown of my groups.
I have pushed the panic button. No, I’ve pounded on the panic button. I’m just getting an e-mail NOW from HR at this interview I’m going to TOMORROW saying that I have to bring a sample of my writing work. That’s not all. I have to bring something that I’ve both written myself and edited and laid out. I do NOT know of anything I’ve done all that to. There may be something, but as hard as I’m thinking now, I can’t think of what it is. I know of some things I’ve written and things I’ve laid out, but not two-in-one.
Oh my head, I’m so screwed. If anyone can think of anything off the top of their heads that I’ve made that I can’t remember, please let me know. 🙁
This is going to be a majorly stressful night.
Awesome lunch break. Went OUTSIDE and ate with Steph. This is that one day out of the year when it’s nice out. No humidity or unbearable heat. Very nice. Just chilled and vegged. All this and I’m eating my favorite Italian sub from Haverhill House. I need to do this more often. Totally non-stressing hour. YAY for totally chilling!
My parents are on this redecorating kick. Everything is being made new. They got a new stove, toaster, etc. This means that I can’t abuse things like I used to. I can’t throw spoons on the stove, etc. That’s all fine, but my mom freaks out when I even sit a plastic cup on the stove. It’s one of those glass top stoves that she polishes obsessively. She even got a couple different bottles of “stove surface cleaner” which is probably nothing more than Windex in a smaller bottle and three times as much money.
Most of you have seen my house. The kitchen is this woody kind of… woody place. Dark wood trim, dark wood cabinets. You know—woody. Log cabinish but not quite. Anyway, in comes this 21st century style stuff. Black glass stove, silver and black toaster and stuff. On a sidenote, I swear my parents have the least sense of style of anyone I know, and for ME to say that, it’s something. For instance, in order to keep the cold air in the family room where the only AC lives, they tacked up this Pepto Bismol pink sheet to the opening of the room. Soooo hideous. At least after much complaining from me, they changed it to a navy blue sheet. A million times better.
So back to the story. The kitchen now looks like part Jetsons, part hillbilly. And then there’s another part. My mom is starting to become the typical tacky Italian decorator. The table cloth and centerpiece are this loud yellow and blue motif with the centerpiece reading “ITALIANA” in big letters across it. It looks terrible.
And right now I’m trying to search through this untouchable kitchen for some sort of food and all I see is fruit. In the matching fruit bowl there are over a dozen plums. There are blackberries and strawberries in the fridge. This is like the anti-Atkins diet. Oh well. I think I’ll just go to bed semi-hungry. I wanted to write more, but I’m really tired so I’ll continue tomorrow.
Shark Week’s coming soon! I’m so excited. More attacks. They’re featuring this woman who got her attack on tape. Much more graphic than last year. Last year, this guy got attacked and you really didn’t see anything. Dumb shark made a wall of bubbles thus acting as a natural censor box. Dagnabbit. The rest of it last year was good tho. They unpacked the whole scenario to see how they attack and what to do if attacked. But it did get monotonous to watch the same 10 second footage played like 20 times in an hour span.
And it’s conveniently falling on DNC week when I’ll actually have something to do now.
Just got my Palm keyboard the other day and installed it this morning. The thing is truly phat. Has all the Palm commands built in. Doesn’t need to be configured. Even has a special “send” button for AIM. Only problem is the Palm connector is hooked up to the keyboard and there isn’t a way to plug in the keyboard if you want, so I can’t leave AIM idle while it’s sitting on it, ’cause the Palm will go off automatically. This is cool tho if I’m having an extended convo on IM or I’m writing an LJ entry. WEEEEE!!!
Funny tho. It looks like a makeshift laptop. I don’t have a laptop but I have an “almost-laptop.” Kinda like those stupid Honda Del Sol cars. It’s almost a convertible, but not quite. (I hate those cars.)
It’s been a long time since I’ve had a nice weekend like this; just a chill, stressless weekend without a schedule ruling it. Usually my weekends are either beyond boring, completely stressful, or I’m doing some crazy, planned, vacationish activity that saps all the life out of me.
So it was good. Just good, which is actually great. One of those weekends I wanted to do something, but not DO SOMETHING; like nothing over the top. This is a good thing seeing as during the weekends for the rest of this and next month I’m scheduled to DO SOMETHING. Next week is Six Flags, for example.
Oh, and I ate yesterday and today. It’s been a while since I’ve actually eaten things; like regular-size meals as opposed to chips and stuff. No, I’m not pulling a Mary Kate Olsen, but most of the time I just forget to eat or there’s no time, and by the time I realize I’m starving, it’s time for bed and my exhaustion usually rules over my hunger.
I guess this means that after a good weekend, I’m destined to have a bad few weeks at work. Oh well. It goes. I just hope I get called for an interview this week like the lady promised last week. Hope hope hope.
People are actually calling me for jobs. This is unusual. Last time I started applying, it was like a month before people replied if they replied at all. For instance, I’m still getting rejection postcards for places I applied to back in December. How’s that for efficient companies?
Well, today I got two calls. One was a random place that I never even applied to. The other was one that I applied to at Monster.com. Of course, this means that I probably won’t get this one since they’ve probably gotten like a million resumes, but it’s exciting that they’re actually calling me. WEEEE!!
This makes for a happy Friday. I shouldn’t count my chickens so soon tho. I still have 3+ more hours of Friday to go.