(Or, the post about the job interview was getting long)
Unrelated thoughts:
After my job interview, I had to change out of my Stupid Suit (and I get to buy another suit if I have a second interview, shoot me now) so instead of being Not an Idiot and changing in a gas station bathroom I changed in the car. (For the record, the place I interviewed in was in an office park, the parking lot had a tall hedge and was mostly deserted – still, stupid!).
I heard Miley Cyrus’s song “Can’t Be Tamed” on the radio today. I think she’s cruising for a Britney Spears-style meltdown and marriage to a hobo. That’ll be fun to watch. Britney’s lucky to have a father who isn’t totally off the rails wacky, though. Will Billy Ray do the same? All signs point to “Duh, no.”
(And yes, these are the things I think about – stupid Top 40 radio station!)
I went to work after my interview and was there until about 12:30 or 1, when I packed it in and said “Yeah, still sick, can’t keep my eyes open, going home.” (And that’s another diva trick you can’t pull at a new employer’s). Came home, took a nap, feeling better. Downside: It’s midnight and I’m awake writing this.