I love that song. I sing it in my head every time I hear someone say those words. Fortunately for me, I am bound! Let me count the ways:
1. for the promised Land. (you can sing along with me)
2. for vacation
3. for work (the first two sound much more fun)
I start my new job on August 17th. I'm so excited but sad that I have to go back to work. I was really getting used to the life of leisure.
Here is an idea of what I will miss:
-my doggies. I have gotten to spend so much time with them. They won't like that no one will be here to pet them upon command.
-my alone time. I savor my alone time, it keeps me sane.
-freedom to do what I want during the day. I've had lunches with friends, not enough with others.
-a feeling of domestication. I liked being the wife. I will have to find a way to mold my two worlds better when I go back to work.
And what I won't miss:
-my doggies. They drive me insane. In. Out. In. Out. Pick one already.
-my alone time. Geez, I would talk Brad's head off whenever I saw him, and anyone else who was unlucky enough to ask me how I was doing. I need people to talk to.
-freedom to do what I want during the day. After about the 2nd month I lost my steam for getting stuff done. Plus, I can only watch The Haunting so many times before I've seen them all and had the same nightmares over and over.
-a feeling of domestication. I could go forever without having to cut the grass again.
So it is interesting to me that the things I love are also the things that will be somewhat easy to leave behind.
Friday, August 7, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
The debacle wasn't detrimental!
Great news! The Great Pantyhose Debacle of 2009 wasn't detrimental! They offered me a job! Yay!
Unfortunately this means I may actually have to buy real pantyhose.
Unfortunately this means I may actually have to buy real pantyhose.
Monday, August 3, 2009
Video Camera, Where were you???
I succeeded in having a most embarrassing moment today. I questioned whether I should put it on here. In actuality, it can be most embarrassing and most detrimental at the same time. I guess thats what makes it embarrassing.
I've been interviewing with a few different companies a lot the past few weeks. I mean A LOT. Now, this does wonders for my self-esteem, but not so much for my dilapidated wardrobe. And by dilapidated wardrobe I mean clothes that I have but that are completely worn out because it is all that will fit on my fat butt. And I hate shopping so those clothes are gonna have to suffice. I only have one interview suit. I hate suits. So today I had a third interview at a place that I've already worn the interview suit to twice (two different tops and don't worry, I changed underwear). I decided to wear a skirt. Surely it will be fine to wear a skirt and a nice blouse. It looked fine, I proceeded.
I got to the office and realized my thigh highs (because there isn't much worse than hose in 95 degree heat) were...struggling. Now, given my thighs, that is no surprise. They should have been paid overtime. I check in and try to pull up one side as I'm sitting in the lobby. I look up and smile at the camera and quickly wave an apology. I think I could hear them laughing.
The recruiter comes to get me and by this point the hose is close to breaking free from my knee-cap. I look like an 85 year old grandma with her support knee-highs. You know how they always end up rolled up around their ankles or hanging loose? That was me. At an interview. There was no way to hide it. I tried to strategically place my purse, my notepad, the recruiter. Nothing worked.
He is not oblivious so he noticed I was having issues. While trying not to laugh at me he asked me if I would like a minute in the office before he came in. I tried to play it off and said "no, I'm fine, but thank you!". Luckily we were seated at a table and I could play with them while we were talking. Then the dreaded time came to get up. There was no saving them. Or me. At this point I was already apologizing and he was laughing. Thank goodness it wasn't my first interview, he is a cool guy, and he has a sense of humor.
We were traveling to another office for the 2nd part of the interview and I drove separately. You have never seen anyone rip those things off while driving so quickly. I figured I would look better with white legs than hose around my ankles.
Was it detrimental? Who knows. Guess I'll find out soon!
I've been interviewing with a few different companies a lot the past few weeks. I mean A LOT. Now, this does wonders for my self-esteem, but not so much for my dilapidated wardrobe. And by dilapidated wardrobe I mean clothes that I have but that are completely worn out because it is all that will fit on my fat butt. And I hate shopping so those clothes are gonna have to suffice. I only have one interview suit. I hate suits. So today I had a third interview at a place that I've already worn the interview suit to twice (two different tops and don't worry, I changed underwear). I decided to wear a skirt. Surely it will be fine to wear a skirt and a nice blouse. It looked fine, I proceeded.
I got to the office and realized my thigh highs (because there isn't much worse than hose in 95 degree heat) were...struggling. Now, given my thighs, that is no surprise. They should have been paid overtime. I check in and try to pull up one side as I'm sitting in the lobby. I look up and smile at the camera and quickly wave an apology. I think I could hear them laughing.
The recruiter comes to get me and by this point the hose is close to breaking free from my knee-cap. I look like an 85 year old grandma with her support knee-highs. You know how they always end up rolled up around their ankles or hanging loose? That was me. At an interview. There was no way to hide it. I tried to strategically place my purse, my notepad, the recruiter. Nothing worked.
He is not oblivious so he noticed I was having issues. While trying not to laugh at me he asked me if I would like a minute in the office before he came in. I tried to play it off and said "no, I'm fine, but thank you!". Luckily we were seated at a table and I could play with them while we were talking. Then the dreaded time came to get up. There was no saving them. Or me. At this point I was already apologizing and he was laughing. Thank goodness it wasn't my first interview, he is a cool guy, and he has a sense of humor.
We were traveling to another office for the 2nd part of the interview and I drove separately. You have never seen anyone rip those things off while driving so quickly. I figured I would look better with white legs than hose around my ankles.
Was it detrimental? Who knows. Guess I'll find out soon!
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