Not Since Last December

I have an interview today.  Only, for the first time, this interview will not make or break me.

It’s a strange feeling interviewing for a job when you don’t really need it.  I don’t have the normal bundle of nerves in the pit of my stomach.  To top off this already unfair advantage, I got an interview question in advance.  Somehow it feels like cheating.  Here is what my interviewer sent me:

In this position you will spend most of your time solving problems for clients and co-workers.  Please explain how you solved a complex problem in a current or past job.

  1. Describe the problem situation
  2. What steps did you take to solve the problem?
  3. What resources did you use to solve the problem?
  4. What was the outcome?
  5. Were the people involved satisfied with the outcome?

I worked on my response for a bit and even had Lucky 10-Key look over my answer.  I feel prepared and as confident as one can be for an hour long interview where you sit in front of strangers and they ask you to sit, roll over, fetch, and play dead.  Just kidding.  Sort of.

Interviews are always so forced, and no matter how hard you try to sound natural, everything sounds so canned.  I will eliminate, the best I can, all the ums and likes from my speech.  I will annunciate every word, make eye contact, sit up straight, cross my ankles, and smile.  I’ll tell them I have a strong work ethic and I’m a team player.  I will decline to state that I’m snarky when crossed and that I blog during my downtime.

T-minus 2 hours and counting…

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Ann Brashares Isn’t the Only One with a Story About Pants

On Monday and Tuesday I was forced to wear a pair of jeans I really don’t like.  I was in a grumpy mood and it was rather easy just to blame my pants.

I did laundry when I got home yesterday.  I ironed some button-down shirts.  The prospect of cute clothes put me in a good mood, although it was dampened yet again when I realized I’d forgotten to attend a meeting last night for the housing board.  Oops.

I went to bed and woke up late and rushed through my morning routine.  The only thing that made me smile this morning was putting on my Kate jeans.  The term Kate jeans comes from Neridra, Queen of Anagrams.  A while ago she pointed out how Kate on Lost always has superb fitting jeans for romping around the island.  No matter how dirty and gritty she looks, her denim attire is always perfect.  Anyway, putting on my Kate jeans transforms my mood.  It’s probably why I dread wearing anything else.  And I know, I know, I could just buy another pair…but that’s the thing about having a favorite pair of jeans—there can only be one.

Kate jeans should make you look at least a few inches taller than you actually are, fill in places that need curves or make you look ten pounds thinner.  Kate jeans usually cost a small fortune.  Trying to find Kate jeans at the Gap is really useless.  I’ve tried for about ten years.  Sometimes you can find Kate jeans on sale, but you’ve got to have friends to keep you posted on these things.  Weltsie told me that Lucky was having a sale last year and that’s how I found my Kate jeans.  Kate jeans should look good with heels and flip-flops.

Kate jeans, quite simply put, are made of awesome.

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The Legend of Etilia, the Bloody Vampirate

Once upon a time there was a little girl who wanted to grow up and be a pirate.  She wanted a parrot and a rad ship so she could sail around the world.  Like most children, however, she was indecissive.  She also liked to pretend she was a vampire.  Her family humored her and allowed her to nap in her toy chest that she considered her coffin.  The older she grew the clearer it became that she didn’t have to choose between the two.  Being a pirate is really a profession, but being a vampire is a lifestyle.  (Technically it’s an unlifestyle, but nevermind.)

Anyhow, Etilia, the Bloody Vampirate, is my resident graphics fiend and is responsible for giving my Buffy and Angel DVDs a good workout after collecting some dust since their last use.  When she’s not busy bouncing around her flat and being creative, she’s entertaining her cats.  One of them thinks she’s a parrot!  Cats can apparently sense what their owners want to be when they grow up!

Once again, thanks to my vampirate  for making my diary all shiny again!

 

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