crazylady's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 01.04.05 The last thing I needed this morning while whizzing down the traffic-free expressway on my way to yet another job interview was Billy Joel reminding me that “only the good die young”. Thanks Billy! Here I am a relatively smart nearly 30 year-old and I have to answer ads in the paper to find a job that doesn’t involve telemarketing or taking my clothes off for money. Thank you for reiterating to me that in fact I am NOT a good person since I am driving down this deserted expressway listening to the crappy classic rock station hoping with all my might that this isn’t some stupid scam job that involves selling knives to home-bound retirees. A drive I had assumed would take at least 45 minutes ended up taking me less than 15 and there wasn’t even a line at Tim Horton’s, I was painfully early. So I get to the office where my appointment is and I sit in the parking lot for over a half hour. I called my mother since she was the only person I knew for sure that would be awake in the morning. She had a hearty laugh at my expense, so at least I brightened someone’s day. When it was finally time for the interview I walked into the building and realized I smelled…I made the fatal mistake of wearing a shirt made of synthetic fabric. Synthetic fabric does not mesh well with my overactive sweat glands. As I mentioned somewhere earlier this week, it smells as if a thousand angry cats marked me as their territory. Now rest assured I do in fact use a deodorant, one of those lovely all-natural crystal ones and it does keep the cats away…unless I’m wearing a synthetic fabric. Now I should just get rid of the shirt in question but it is my favorite shirt. Burnt orange with charcoal gray mod-ish squares on it. Casual, dressy…the perfect shirt! Alas, I think the time has come to get rid of Ol’ Orangey. I can’t risk not being hired because it is mistaken that I live in a dumpster with a herd of feral cats. Stink aside, the interview went very well. I type an astounding 44WPM. In my defense they had one of those little teeny keyboards whereas I am accustomed to my spacious and ergonomic Microsoft Natural keyboard. The California King of keyboards. But I did have 100% accuracy, which shocked me. I have a tendency to just start making things up when giving something to type, like auto-edit or something. Anyhow, I should hear something in the next few days. I also had someone call me from a bank regarding a part-time teller position. Anyone ever do that kind of work? We’ll see. We’ve got some big plans in the next few months and it would be nice to have money to complete them. 3:39 p.m. - 01.04.05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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