The job interview with the CEO went...well...I'll let you decide. I might've talked too much, flubbed a couple of words, appeared tightly wound & overeager. All no-nos, no? Oh, and I left my purse in his office, not realizing it until I handed the receptionist my badge as I was leaving. That was a long walk back down that hall, lemme tell ya. DID I MENTION IT WAS THE CEO?! So, yeah, I just HAD to do something stupid. That's me, dork-extraordinaire! The purse-leaving may have put the kibosh on the deal. I mean, if it's between me and another girl who didn't do something stupid, and we're completely alike in every way, the only deciding factor has to be to axe the ditz who left her purse behind. Right?! On a more serious note he did tell me that 200 resumes came in for the position and he threw most of them out due to typos. I am one of eight he is considering, so I feel pretty good no matter what happens. Oh! And he disclosed that he changed the dress code banning pantyhose and ties. I wanted to high-five him right there on the pantyhose decision. I LOATHE those things. A no-pantyhose job 3 miles from my house? I could live with that!
Okay, enough of that nonsense. Here are some photos I've taken lately:
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Okay, enough of that nonsense. Here are some photos I've taken lately:
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| Izzy drooling as I drink my morning coffee. She may be expecting a teeny-tiny sip. Not sure why. ;-) |
