I'm a strong vote for #2. It says, I have style, I have moxie, but I'm here to kick business ass. Like a motherfucking lady.

That last link...bwah.

I'm on the second link bandwagon.

meara - sorry you aren't feeling better.

I think dress #3 is also interview-appropriate, but agree that #2 looks the most SRS BSNS.

Ouch, meara. I hope you magically get better.

B.org is in the Joss bio? Weird!

The author is definitely buffista-adjacent. Has she never posted here?

I agree on Dress #2. Also, where in UCLA? Because their dress varies by Department.

The blue might have been mine. It certainly DOES look like me. I remember having something in that fabric, but not that jacket. Maybe I was just with you when you got it, back when I was thin.

We are home!

Also, where in UCLA?

UCLA Health IT. I don't know how they break it down past that. My original boss there said "dress as you would like to be seen" when I asked him what his department's dress code was, which has to be up there with most useless information. He was a great boss, otherwise.

Good luck on the interview, ita. My fashion sense isn't, so I won't offer it.

tommyrot, all good thoughts to your dad.

The bear looked like he was on fours over rough or more thickly wooded ground, and upright on open or flat ground--possibly the height gave him better visual advantage? But yeah, hi, Bigfoot!

ETA: meara, I'd have them re-culture for all possibles. This doesn't seem minor, not to last this long without a diagnosis, or any relief from the ABX.

B.org is in the Joss bio? Weird!

Yeah, the book quoted Joss's thank you for the Variety ad.

So my dad's not in great shape--they're going to try to wean him off the breathing tube and see what happens.

We're thinking someone should drive to Clintonville to pick up my mom tomorrow, so I think I'll stay at the hotel in Shawano after all.

OMGOMGOMG, I was just cleaning my office, and there's been a funky smell in there for a while. I looked to see if one of the cats had Done Something, but I could find no trace.

So there's some pens under this little low table where the printer is, and I reach under there to grab them and what I think is a tuft of cat fur...and I am holding A DEAD DECOMPOSING MAGGOTY MOUSE! In my bare hand.

I drop it immediately and flail for a bit -- a newly dead mouse, I have no problems with, pick it up in a napkin and toss it -- but THIS MOUSE WAS BODY FARM MATERIAL.

I picked it up in a paper towel, tossed it in the trash outside, and then decontaminated my hands with the hottest water I could stand and multiple soapings.

I am having a soothing tea and a break now. I'm proud of my upstairs cat, though; she must have killed it, and it crawled into some hidden place to die. Good kitty, but next time, leave the corpse somewhere I can see it.

shift, now I have the full body shivers and feel like I need to decontaminate myself.