Internet Video Tuesday: Moby Edition...

Today, after checking my email and visiting my routine Internet haunts, I don't really have much to say.  That's not a bad thing.  It happens about once a week, especially now when I'm stuck at home (ish) and pretty much doing the same thing every day.  The only news at the moment is that I'm still working on my script.  I just passed 57 pages yesterday, and although the goal as of this calendar day is ten more than that, I'm catching up.  I think the problem is that I can write three pages in fifteen minutes, so I just assume it doesn't matter if I skip a day.  And then I'm 20 pages behind and I go, "I'm never going to make it.  I should give up."  And then?  I write 14 pages in a day and realize I'm not out of the race yet.  In fact, I'm over the halfway point!

Anywho, back to not having anything to say.  I found this video yesterday, courtesy of my amigo free, a.k.a. halcyon_vesper.  It's just fun, and after all the fun is over, it's especially poignant.



I'd play that game!  I'd have an extra heaping helping of fun beating the crap out of that boss who fires him.

Catch you all tomorrow.  I've got a 3:30 interview today.

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This Just In: Job Update...

So, in case you've been following my job prospects with any interest at all, here's how this Monday shook out, so far:

I opened my email box to find an email from Associated, the bank that was really unprofessional. They are extending their offer to someone else. Fair enough. Maybe they didn't like that I thought they were douchebags in the interview. I'm perfectly okay with this, since I'd decided I wasn't taking the job, anyway.

Then, there's an email from another bank, which I won't name right now. I submitted an application with them after being recommended to them by a friend (thanks, Mary!!!). My name went all the way to the owner, apparently, and now they're asking about my availability, which, if you've been following, is pretty much ANY TIME, since I don't really have a life right now.

Sweet. One door closes and another one opens.

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I just got a call from the bank where I had that bad interview.  They want me to drive an hour tomorrow morning for another interview.  I told them I would.  And now?  I just don't want to...but that's not the point of this post!

It was almost 80 yesterday, and it's looking to be about the same today!

I would have been stupid NOT to ride my bike yesterday.  So, off I went in my black tank top and black and blue plaid shorts.  I wanted a tan.  I figured I'd burn.  I didn't really do much of either, despite being out in the sun for almost an hour.  But there's plenty more year left, and I am determined to be tan (without using a tanning bed) before Pride this year!  And I'm hoping to avoid a farmer's tan for once in my life.  We shall see.

Speaking of seeing...I met this happy lady on my ride:



She was chasing a stick thrown by her man.  I rode up and heard a big SPLASH!!!  I thought, "Gosh, I hope that wasn't what it sounded like!  It was not.



She was a good fetcher!  Her man and I chatted a little about how she was living the high life...and how she touched the Kish so she's never leaving DeKalb again.  But hey, when your whole life is get-the-stick, get-the-stick, get-the-stick, I think DeKalb is a pretty good place to be damned.

It certainly is pretty this time of year.  It almost makes me forget about winter entirely when the Violets start poking their white and purple heads up.



They're my next favorite, after Daffodils...maybe because they usually pop their heads up right after.



We were all enjoying the sun.  And today?  I think I'm going to do the same once more.  Who knows...maybe I'll see the Water Guy leaping into the Kish to fetch something...

Except...i just got a phone call from a friend who wants me to help her move.  Right.  I'd almost forgotten.  Maybe I'll just ride my bike over there.

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Success!

So, I was worried about my interview. I didn't sleep well. I imagined every terrible scenario, most of which involved them asking me why I'm no longer working with National City.

Turns out, I didn't really have much to worry about.

She DID ask me what happened over there, and I explained to her my situation, about the bad check and the woman who had had an account with us since the 70s and the policy for bypassing holds. And do you know what she said to me? She said, "I don't think it should be the teller's responsibility to decide whether or not to place holds on checks." Seriously. That was it. We talked about it, she said it was a raw deal and that she didn't think I did anything wrong, that I shouldn't have ever been fired for that.

She said exactly what everyone else has said every time I tell that story. Why did I assume she'd say anything different.?

We chatted. It turns out she lives in the town where I held my job before National City, that I probably know her from Sullivan's. Huh. How about that. So we have this instant rapport.

I was supposed to be in the interview with her and the branch's Assistant Manager. He had the day off unexpectedly, since he worked for a teller who was off on Tuesday. So I have another interview with HIM tomorrow. And now I'm thinking I'm worried because I don't make as great an impression on guys as I do with 40 something ladies.

But I think it went really well. I think I've got a good shot.

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