I didn’t want to ‘jinx’ it so I hadn’t mentioned it here but today was a job interview for me.
Let me re-phrase that. Today was *supposed* to be a job interview. See…the company that I was supposed to interview with are extreme sticklers about being on time. So much so that if you are late for the interview, they don’t even bother. They just write you off as unreliable. No problem, I thought. ‘Cause I hate being late too…I am generally a very punctual person. So I tell my husband that I have an interview at noon and I need him home with the car by 11AM. That would give me plenty of time to drop him back at work and then head on down south.
Not so my friends. Not so. Well…maybe if John had shown up at 11 instead of 1145 it would’ve been ok. Oh, sure I laid rubber all the way down Mopac trying to get from Northwest Austin to the bottom end of Lamar (360/Lamar) on time. I actually made it into the area by twelve. But then I couldn’t right road or the right anything. I spent 14 minutes looking for the actual location of the offices as the map provided was more than inadequate.
So the upshot is that I was told “HAR HAR HAR” when I walked in. No job for me. The suckiest part is that if I had been able to make it on time I was practically guaranteed a job. And the nice people who set this all up for me, the nice contract people? Yeah, they don’t want anything to do with me either right now.
Uh, yeah. So I just a Yahoo Group invite for Christian_BBWS_Place. Not that I have anything against any of those particular groups or their combinations but…uh…
Why do the gods think its funny to send me little emails like this? From Tim, the Master Vampire. From the folk looking for the red and blue time crystals. From the Atlantean Space Dragons. From the people who think the Cheerios are sending them cosmic messages.
Stop laughing. Its not funny.
I get these types of contacts all the time. Whether they are just completely out there or _obviously_ did not bother reading over my personal info page.
I hate looking for mundane work. I recognize that its gotta be done; however, nothing should be this degrading and mind-numbing.
J just threw down the massage gauntlet, so to speak.
He had mentioned in passing that a local gaming store, Thor’s Hammer has taken over a huge space (think grocery store-sized). I laughingly said I should go down there and hand out my business cards to them. After all, gamer geeks need massages too.
The upshot is, after a little back and forth verbal sparring, he’s looking for an image of a person with swords/arrows/melee weapons o’doom sticking out of them so that I can put together a flier to take down there.
Did I mention I love me some big ole gamer geek husband types?
PS… if you all can find a pic like this, send it on!
I’ve been away again, haven’t I George?
But its for a good cause. I’m writing a module for my fave roleplaying game, Talislanta. This does not give me ample left-over writing brain. Rest assured that I will be updating again very soon, Constant Reader.