I think so, Jesse. I'm not getting my hopes up, because the one position I know is available is primarily responsible for Latin American markets, so bilingual Spanish-English speaker preferred, which I am not, but the interview is with people I've worked with and who have been happy with my work, so who knows?
Of course, if they do want to hire me permanently to start right away, that might put me in a bind with my refi, and I just nailed down a vacation with my mother and sister and niece in June, and there's still Schrodinger's Financial Institutions Examiner results out there for 2-5 weeks. But I'll worry about all that if it comes up.
Lawn is mowed! Before I came inside I thought I'd edge also (OMG it needs it so bad) but now I think I will have a beer. I can edge tomorrow. Evening yardwork in the front yard is actually not terrible, even if it is still 90ish.
The seasonal beer that has been in my fridge for maybe a year is, in fact, a summer brew. Nice.
mr. flea and I just started watching Downton Abbey (we're slow, okay?) And the only problem is, every time I see Lord Grantham I keep imagining him with his hand on Jesse's shoulder.
Ha! That's so great. I love that photo so much.
Yay for Glam-baby!!! And start date for msbelle!
I used to have a white leather grommeted belt like that that I loved! But then got too big to wear it. I hardly ever wear belts anymore.
I just read the Collins' article and some associated tweets. So beautiful!
Jesse is the first wife that mysteriously disappeared and no one ever mentions, until....
Tonight I played whack-a-moleS in the pool. Where the mole was a old-school marxist-hippy-maybe-anarchist who could NOT stay on his side of the goddamn lane. He offers free copies of a paper called Revolution at the market. And is kinda a filterless old dude. He apologized after I was done, but I was kinda dismissive because I was that pissed. I KNOW he can stay on his side. Once? Oops. FOURTEEN TIMES? You might be having a bad swim, but after the second FUCKING PAY ATTENTION. ESPECIALLY WHEN I KICK YOU IN THE HEAD. TWICE.
The other mole was the damn lane divider which wasn't taut and whenever there was a wake from a swimmer on the other side, I whacked my arm into it.
Bruised both sides.