"…Monday Monday, it was all I hoped it would be…"

At 1:30 pm I will be in my second interview with Apple. With the manager. Who was the one who told me to apply for the job. Squee!

And by Monday, our curtains will be up, our two Christmas trees bought (Penelope and Pablo) and decorated, and the fall garlands removed from our front porch and possibly even winter garlands put up in their place.

In other news, I can't access the… Continue

At 8 pm tonight at the Danbury Fair Mall, I had a job interview. With Apple. Well, with one of their representatives, anyway. They're hiring for a new position: Personal Shopping Specialist. Basically, I'd get paid to do what I do best, convince people that they reeeally need what I'm selling. With aplomb. They're trying to hire people that look like their buying public more, that resemble their customers. Someone like, me, say, instead of an 18-year-old boy-thing. I said that I probably neve…

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Eighty-eight days is all I lasted. I was told today (after clocking back in from lunch), that I wasn't meeting the criteria needed. Not enough consistent energy. Not getting the big picture. I told them that I thought that they wanted me to be manic and that I couldn't do that, that I was giving everything I had. What's ironic is that they used the exact phrase I was planning for my exit speech. Call it sour grapes if you want, but I never loved the job. Never liked picking up after people th…

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Jack is our GPS, a Garmin Nuvi 660 little box o' wonder that I have found myself loath to live without. And he is missing. I love his little voice (or big voice, when he's plugged in to the stereo) that tell me that I'm still going the right way. He comforts me. Reassures me. And now he's gone missing. With me driving to Danbury Thursday night afte… Continue