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Considering how pissy my stomach was yesterday, it was still a pretty good day. I drove out to Forest Hill and dropped my stuff off. Got a little grumpy with their very somber "We're very sorry that it didn't work out" and pointed out that I had my resignation letter set to go out on Tuesday, and that I couldn't take being berated after every single call I took. I didn't exactly wait for a reply, but just kind of swept out of the building.
Then, I went for cupcakes. I lucked out, Wednesdays, the cupcakes are on sale, so the dozen was about $10 cheaper, plus I got an extra free for my birthday. As usual for Flavor, they were excellent. I actually had a snickerdoodle one for breakfast today.
Then, it was back to be bored until 2, when I went to pick up Dad's pills. Well, they weren't ready, so I went to the in store Starbucks and got a peppermint hot coccoa, and a sugarplum cheese danish and sat in the tiny cafe area. I got to overhear a tremendously awkward coffee date. He was very seriously complementing her on how much more intelligent she was than the women he normally meets, and she was telling him that he wasn't one of those jocks who never grew past high school. It was SO bad, y'all.
By the time the pills were ready, I only had an hour to kill before my zoom interview with Hopkins.
Finally, it was time, and this time the tech actually worked! It went pretty well, I think. I had examples for all of their questions, and it lasted about 40 minutes. I made them laugh a couple of times, so hopefully, I'll hear something soon. It was with two people, the coordinator of the call center and the direct supervisor. It felt like one of my better interviews, but that doesn't always mean anything.
Today, I have absolutely nothing scheduled, so I'm sure I'll be bored as hell. I'm up super early, thanks primarily to Boodle who missed while clawing at the sheets, and caught me in the cheekbone. It didn't even hurt particularly bad, but it bled like a sonofabitch. I have a fist sized stain on my comforter from before I realized I was bleeding. Once I realized it and put pressure on it, it stopped quickly, but apparently, it was doing some impressive bleeding in the meantime.
I need to get some gas, so possibly I'll do that today. Other than that, I'm just going to take it easy, find another job or two to apply to, and pace the internet in between bursts of reading the next book in the Saint of Steel series, by T. Kingfisher. So far, I've thoroughly been enjoying it. I'm waiting for the inevitable bit of truly fucked up-ness. The author also writes horror, but somehow even these, her fluffy romances end up having something that makes you go "Uh, no thank you." And I love her for it.
Okay, everyone have a most excellent Thursday!
Then, I went for cupcakes. I lucked out, Wednesdays, the cupcakes are on sale, so the dozen was about $10 cheaper, plus I got an extra free for my birthday. As usual for Flavor, they were excellent. I actually had a snickerdoodle one for breakfast today.
Then, it was back to be bored until 2, when I went to pick up Dad's pills. Well, they weren't ready, so I went to the in store Starbucks and got a peppermint hot coccoa, and a sugarplum cheese danish and sat in the tiny cafe area. I got to overhear a tremendously awkward coffee date. He was very seriously complementing her on how much more intelligent she was than the women he normally meets, and she was telling him that he wasn't one of those jocks who never grew past high school. It was SO bad, y'all.
By the time the pills were ready, I only had an hour to kill before my zoom interview with Hopkins.
Finally, it was time, and this time the tech actually worked! It went pretty well, I think. I had examples for all of their questions, and it lasted about 40 minutes. I made them laugh a couple of times, so hopefully, I'll hear something soon. It was with two people, the coordinator of the call center and the direct supervisor. It felt like one of my better interviews, but that doesn't always mean anything.
Today, I have absolutely nothing scheduled, so I'm sure I'll be bored as hell. I'm up super early, thanks primarily to Boodle who missed while clawing at the sheets, and caught me in the cheekbone. It didn't even hurt particularly bad, but it bled like a sonofabitch. I have a fist sized stain on my comforter from before I realized I was bleeding. Once I realized it and put pressure on it, it stopped quickly, but apparently, it was doing some impressive bleeding in the meantime.
I need to get some gas, so possibly I'll do that today. Other than that, I'm just going to take it easy, find another job or two to apply to, and pace the internet in between bursts of reading the next book in the Saint of Steel series, by T. Kingfisher. So far, I've thoroughly been enjoying it. I'm waiting for the inevitable bit of truly fucked up-ness. The author also writes horror, but somehow even these, her fluffy romances end up having something that makes you go "Uh, no thank you." And I love her for it.
Okay, everyone have a most excellent Thursday!
