I just had to do another phone interview. I think that this validates my decision not to apply for jobs today.

I think I'll read more of Busman's Honeymoon until the next phone call.

::waves to Ouise::

Hey there, Hec!

Um, I got an award at lunch.

Yay, award (even if it's bogus)! Boo, migraine! I hope it goes away.

My mother used to get migraines (and her major symptom, other than the pain, was that her field of vision would gradually close off until she couldn't see anything), but found that starting to laugh could fend them off in the initial stages.

This led to us children desperately trying to be funny in various public places so that our mother wouldn't go blind. People sitting nearby would say things like "What happy children you have! I wish my children were more like that." while we were wracking our brains for another joke. The Barenaked Ladies album was a godsend, since my mother consistently found If I Had a Million Dollars funny enough to prevent the migraine. Phew!

with my boss gone for the past 2 days and the only other person who walks by with a view of my screen on vacation, I have gotten very lazy about leaving b.org up while I go do things. I MUST stop that.

Ooh, what color?

My same dark brown that goes auburn in the sun. It's more or less my natural haircolor, therefore, if I get lazy, I don't get roots.

I was thinking of going more obviously auburn again, but I think that'll wait until after RWA National, because I don't think auburn will look as good with my gown.

< /shallow brain process>

Boo, migraine! I hope it goes away.

I think I actually caught the pain before it hit. I am very spacey, however.

I just got out of a three-hour teleconference. I want to kill myself. Or someone else.

Go someone else! Choose someone else!

Barb, I just noticed your tagline

A vivir con miedo es como vivir a medias... A life lived in fear is a life half-lived.

I re-watched Strictly Ballroom on Sunday. I'm working on Time after Time in voice lessons, and it gave me an uncontrollable urge to see the movie.

I think I actually caught the pain before it hit. I am very spacey, however.

Is that from the migraine or the medication? At least it's almost time to go home.

Um. So I lied and actually submitted one application today. And they called me 5 minutes later, and now I have an interview.

Except they just sent me this e-mail: "please arrive 10 minutes early to complete some paperwork including an Hourly Employment Agreement, W4 tax forms and an I - 9 which you will need a valid US Passport OR a Drivers License AND Social Security Card."

Um. I've never, EVER had to provide this unless I was being hired.

I am confused. And wary.

Kristin's been talking about I-9 forms over in bitches. I personally have no idea what it is.