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vanillafluffy*I* think the interview went well, but that means sweet fuck-all, because that's what I thought with the phone bank job. With this one, though, there's a full-time and two part-time jobs available, so my odds are better. The guy I talked to said of 8 people who had interviews lined up today, 6 of them cancelled. I, on the other hand, arrived 25 minutes early (thinking there would probably be an application or something they'd want), and went right in and did my damnedest to sparkle.
I was already in a good mood going in there, because I got an e-mail from GK, who got Entertainment Weekly with Hugh Laurie on the cover (must be next week's, since it's someone else on the newstands) and wanted to know if I'd like it when she was through. (YES!!!) And a hot guy in a big blue truck honked and waved and flirted with me, so I felt pretty sharp. For the record, I was wearing my new khaki shirt with my animal print skirt and my necklace with the red jasper heart.
Yes, my spelling is good, yes, my grammar is good, no, I most emphatically am not afraid of computers. I give good phone, but if I have to multi-task more than three things at once, my brain melts. And (a question I've *never* been asked before), three bands I listen to: Flogging Molly, Caviar, and the Atomic Fireballs---I suppose that's to make sure I'm not going to bitch about loud music because I'm an old lady.
Afterward, since I was in the neighborhood, I wandered over to Schnauzerland, where S. showed me Eddie Izzard: Dressed to Kill, which I hadn't seen and completely adored.) Loved his outfit! I know women who don't wear women's clothing as well as he does. I particularly admired the way he balanced those patent-pleather pants with the glitzy chigosan top...either of those items could've been a disaster, but he balanced them very effectively. That, plus those four-inch platforms gave him a very nice line.
Is it pathetic that I wish I could get him to give me make-up tips? I felt very proud of myself for remembering to put on lipstick before going in to the interview, and that was just a quick swipe of rose and away I went...I am NOT a girly-girl. I mean, I like skirts and dresses, and wear them more often than pants, truth be told. I *love* jewelry---if it's shiny, I'm drooling over it. But cosmetics? Er...once in a great while, I'll draw my lips on, or dust on a bit of blush. I've been known to manicure my nails---which are homegrown, not store-bought---but it's infrequent and sporadic. It's not on any part of my mental checklist.
Following Eddie, you see, I tapped into BBC America, where they were showing the making of Sharpe's Challenge, and 45 minutes of lusting over Sean Bean ensued. Which sort of begs the question, what do I have to do to attract a yummy guy who *isn't* in a big blue truck two lanes away and travelling at a forty-five degree angle to my trajectory?
House fans will laugh: S., who is *notoriously* media-oblivious says she's only seen a few minutes of the show. "People were arguing," was her summary. (And what *else* is new?!)
I was already in a good mood going in there, because I got an e-mail from GK, who got Entertainment Weekly with Hugh Laurie on the cover (must be next week's, since it's someone else on the newstands) and wanted to know if I'd like it when she was through. (YES!!!) And a hot guy in a big blue truck honked and waved and flirted with me, so I felt pretty sharp. For the record, I was wearing my new khaki shirt with my animal print skirt and my necklace with the red jasper heart.
Yes, my spelling is good, yes, my grammar is good, no, I most emphatically am not afraid of computers. I give good phone, but if I have to multi-task more than three things at once, my brain melts. And (a question I've *never* been asked before), three bands I listen to: Flogging Molly, Caviar, and the Atomic Fireballs---I suppose that's to make sure I'm not going to bitch about loud music because I'm an old lady.
Afterward, since I was in the neighborhood, I wandered over to Schnauzerland, where S. showed me Eddie Izzard: Dressed to Kill, which I hadn't seen and completely adored.) Loved his outfit! I know women who don't wear women's clothing as well as he does. I particularly admired the way he balanced those patent-pleather pants with the glitzy chigosan top...either of those items could've been a disaster, but he balanced them very effectively. That, plus those four-inch platforms gave him a very nice line.
Is it pathetic that I wish I could get him to give me make-up tips? I felt very proud of myself for remembering to put on lipstick before going in to the interview, and that was just a quick swipe of rose and away I went...I am NOT a girly-girl. I mean, I like skirts and dresses, and wear them more often than pants, truth be told. I *love* jewelry---if it's shiny, I'm drooling over it. But cosmetics? Er...once in a great while, I'll draw my lips on, or dust on a bit of blush. I've been known to manicure my nails---which are homegrown, not store-bought---but it's infrequent and sporadic. It's not on any part of my mental checklist.
Following Eddie, you see, I tapped into BBC America, where they were showing the making of Sharpe's Challenge, and 45 minutes of lusting over Sean Bean ensued. Which sort of begs the question, what do I have to do to attract a yummy guy who *isn't* in a big blue truck two lanes away and travelling at a forty-five degree angle to my trajectory?
House fans will laugh: S., who is *notoriously* media-oblivious says she's only seen a few minutes of the show. "People were arguing," was her summary. (And what *else* is new?!)
