Sorry about that. Pre-interview hysteria.
No worries. I quoted back the wrong part, and my text read like I was being a jackass.
The nice lady would like a writing sample, so I think I made it to the next round.
The next round is good. Like pirates and chocolate and Hugh Laurie.
I swear to god, I would never leave my house during winter. I would huddle in a fetal position in front of a fire for four months.
Well, I'm gonna try to get out of here before the snow starts so I can pick up a case of beer and not leave the house for a couple of days.
I'm keeping my eye on the Doppler radar from the news building down the block.
I'm not skanky! Or stanky, neither. Just because I choose to reject the bizarre modern-US standards of "cleanliness"!
I just got scolded, quite rightly, for an inadequate status report.
Now I need to write weekly status reports, the real kind that say how much progress I made on each project, with details. The kind that lets people check up on me.
I HATE that.
Well, I'll go 3 days or so between actual shampoos, but I've found a shower the night before only lasts me halfway through the next day even using Ivory Soap. Freezing for a bit would be preferable to that icky grungy feeling.
Right there with you, Betsy. Did I not make it clear to these people that my college-tested method of goofing off and then doing all the work the night before works just fine?
I'm glad that after the first trimester was over, oil production slowed so that I was able to go back to washing my hair every other day, though I'm still having to shower most days instead of every other.
I'd rather shower at night, because then my hair has time to almost dry by morning, but Paul hates damp things in the bed. So I shower in the morning instead.
Now I need to write weekly status reports, the real kind that say how much progress I made on each project, with details. The kind that lets people check up on me.
Welcome to my world! Welcome to my world!
::dances::
::realises it doesn't make her feel any better, and in fact, she should be updating the weekly status report instead of cavorting::
::surfs web::
We should get t-shirts.
Will they have little sheep on them?
::looks around at ita's world ::
::notices all the wet naked men ::
:: pulls up a chair ::
You know what is less fun then it could be? Suddenly realizing at work that what you thought was just a bad headache was building into a migraine and thinking that you have just enough time to get home before it gets bad enough that you aren't safe to drive and you are stuck at work, but miscalculating both how much time you have and the amount of traffic there will be, so that you spend the last 15 minutes of the drive chanting, "I will not throw up in my car. I will not throw up in my car."
