I'm starting to seriously consider canceling this interview. There are just a whole lot of things that seem to be indicating that this wouldn't be the right job for me, in addition to the disorganization (this is not the first time in the interview process that they've done stuff last minute), and I'm also feeling kind of sick, and I've got a ton of work to do with my own students this week. I think I'll wait to see how the school responds to my email before deciding.
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
More cancer good news: my MIL's PET scan came back, and nothing else was found.
Yay for good cancer news! Boo for Daniel not getting the job he wanted. Sorry, Daniel.
Yay for the good cancer news!
Happy anniversary, bt!
So sorry Daniel. Such a disappointment.
Happy anniversary bt! It has been such a joy to watch your life with biyi, from the very beginning. May every coming year be even happier.
always happy to hear stories of cancer shrinking.
Happy Anniversary BT & Biyi.
Wonderful news Connie and Dana! ~ma for your results, Ginger. Waiting sucks.
I'm sorry, Daniel. I hope another opportunity presents itself soon.
Wow, 7 years! Congrats to bt and Biyi!
It is looking like this isn't a good fit, Hil.
Thanks all.
And Congrats on cancer shrinkage Connie!
I'm trying to imagine the reaction to a card saying "Congratulations on your shrinkage!"
ION, I've decided to play hookiee from work tomorrow. My days off have involved too many waiting rooms recently, and I'd really love to have some time alone. However, Hubby's got another appointment tomorrow, and he was suggesting I go with him, but I'm afraid I melted down a little on the subject of waiting rooms, so I won't be going. In any case, this week is the chemo that involves the hospital stay, which means I go to the hospital on Friday to take him home, and Saturday he wants to have a barbecue with his daughter and her kids while his white blood cell count is still high. This is objectively a good thing. I, however, want to shriek in protest in having to be sociable with someone I'm still not comfortable with. But it's not about me.
I hate myself for kind of looking forward to the weeks he's going to be in the hospital in isolation. I'll probably enjoy the first two days and be miserable the rest of the time.
And it's only March.
I'm trying to imagine the reaction to a card saying "Congratulations on your shrinkage!"
I think you should give it to him to find out. Because SCIENCE.