hyperventilates, just a little
I just sent off my resume for the open technical editor position on my old team. I am now having an attack of the
omg omg what am i doing i'm not a real editor and they'll know that by looking at my resume omg omg omg
fears.
flail, flail, flail
The woman who owed the dream-loft had clothes racks randomly placed around the place, almost like decorations, with a specific type of clothing on each--circle skirts on one, slinky long skirts on another, vintage jewelled cardigans on another, etc.
Clearly, the woman does not have cats.
Actually, I would love to do this if I had the right kind of space for it.
Jilli, according to your resume, you are a real editor.
Also, they've worked with you. If they thought you weren't a real editor, you'd know.
This: [link] is a lot like your new plant.
(and I'm sorry that I'm being all me me me me! today, because I *have* been reading everyone's posts and want to comment on them. But I'm having One Of Those Days, and now want to hide under my desk.)
The woman who owed the dream-loft had clothes racks randomly placed around the place, almost like decorations, with a specific type of clothing on each--circle skirts on one, slinky long skirts on another, vintage jewelled cardigans on another, etc. Everything fit me perfectly.
I want to go live in Robin's dream, even without the JM.
The woman who owed the dream-loft had clothes racks randomly placed around the place, almost like decorations, with a specific type of clothing on each--circle skirts on one, slinky long skirts on another, vintage jewelled cardigans on another, etc. Everything fit me perfectly.
You just described my dream plan for storing my wardrobe.
That is an excellent dream, foiled by the waking up.
Vibing for you, Jilli.
I just sent off my resume for the open technical editor position on my old team.
Slow deep breaths. When going through the awful process of sending out resumes you have every right to be mememe. Also, they will be most lucky to have Jilli on the team.