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catscradle May. 22nd, 2004 10:18 am)
catscradle May. 22nd, 2004 10:18 am)Had a job interview yesterday. It amazingly enough went well despite the fact that I couldn't focus very clearly. Had a sinus headache which got progressively worse as the day went on. I was called to go in at the last minute, so I didn't get a formal job description until I sat down with the interviewers. Couldn't read the paper anyway, so I decided to give up rather early on and wing it. I had applied for the job well over a month ago and I had given up on hearing from them, but low and behold. . . There were three of them, so it didn't look so conspicuous that my eyes kept shifting around the room.
But it went well. Very comfortable. Hit it off well with the three women that interviewed me. We talked about books, beads and even discussed the job in question. One of the friendliest and relaxed interviews I had in a long time.
Good thing I had the interview yesterday. Today my left eyeball is all swelled. Tough girl, got into a brawl last night. Got a tattoo, thinks she's a scrapper. No, no. Just that my dog slept on my eye . . .
Finally heard from Peteris. Turns out his trip to the axis of evil was a 5 month stint (be nice if he'd have told me that before I started freaking out that he was dead). Said the dykes in Syria were pretty fucked up American suburbanites. And his opinion of human shields is pretty low. Awaiting more info from him on that.
Pulled out Blake and started reading Albion. Haven't really done that in a good ten years.
Christ, I'm in a mood. Wondering if I'm looking at one of those existential crisises. I refuse to believe I'm old enough for a mid-life crisis. Changing jobs, get a tattoo . . . these signs aren't good.
But it went well. Very comfortable. Hit it off well with the three women that interviewed me. We talked about books, beads and even discussed the job in question. One of the friendliest and relaxed interviews I had in a long time.
Good thing I had the interview yesterday. Today my left eyeball is all swelled. Tough girl, got into a brawl last night. Got a tattoo, thinks she's a scrapper. No, no. Just that my dog slept on my eye . . .
Finally heard from Peteris. Turns out his trip to the axis of evil was a 5 month stint (be nice if he'd have told me that before I started freaking out that he was dead). Said the dykes in Syria were pretty fucked up American suburbanites. And his opinion of human shields is pretty low. Awaiting more info from him on that.
Pulled out Blake and started reading Albion. Haven't really done that in a good ten years.
Christ, I'm in a mood. Wondering if I'm looking at one of those existential crisises. I refuse to believe I'm old enough for a mid-life crisis. Changing jobs, get a tattoo . . . these signs aren't good.
