Feisty, yet completes perfect paperwork
Nov. 29th, 2005 11:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I guess I must be pretty good at my job because my boss was singing my praises to our new hire this afternoon. Of course, she also told me she hated me after I said that I hated her and her malicious lies. Aaah, the lunch table. My boss is a 20ish-year-older version of me, possibly even a little /more/ inappropriate. Good times.
She said today that I gave the most unpretentious interview she'd ever had, that I laid everything on the table the minute I met her. I thought that was funny, because I don't believe there's any such thing as an interview without even a /little/ pretense. I told her I was sure that I was self-checking for inappropriate comments and she said she was, too. Ha! I [heart] her.
It's going to be winter soon and thus will begin the season of the year when I hate my job. So I suppose I should document some of its praises now while I can still remember them. Of course, if we can get through the winter without a blizzard, that would be a definite improvement.
My Jennifer had a job interview yesterday for a job she hopes she's offered. While I would love for her to have a (non-retail) job offer that is closer to her field with a better salary, I don't really want to be here in Boston. I want my crunchy hippie house in Easthampton, dang it! But if she gets it, we're probably much more likely to own a semi-spacious condo in Dorchester or Roxbury. Which, for the record, is not at all where I want to own property or raise crunchy hippie granola children. In case that wasn't abundantly clear.
I need a haircut. Time for another call in to the Dark Overlord.
She said today that I gave the most unpretentious interview she'd ever had, that I laid everything on the table the minute I met her. I thought that was funny, because I don't believe there's any such thing as an interview without even a /little/ pretense. I told her I was sure that I was self-checking for inappropriate comments and she said she was, too. Ha! I [heart] her.
It's going to be winter soon and thus will begin the season of the year when I hate my job. So I suppose I should document some of its praises now while I can still remember them. Of course, if we can get through the winter without a blizzard, that would be a definite improvement.
My Jennifer had a job interview yesterday for a job she hopes she's offered. While I would love for her to have a (non-retail) job offer that is closer to her field with a better salary, I don't really want to be here in Boston. I want my crunchy hippie house in Easthampton, dang it! But if she gets it, we're probably much more likely to own a semi-spacious condo in Dorchester or Roxbury. Which, for the record, is not at all where I want to own property or raise crunchy hippie granola children. In case that wasn't abundantly clear.
I need a haircut. Time for another call in to the Dark Overlord.
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Date: 2005-11-30 10:20 pm (UTC)(Says she who is struggling to be a crunchy hippie on the South Shore, that bastion of Keno bars and SUVs....)
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Date: 2005-11-30 11:57 pm (UTC)There have to be other crunchy hippies on the south shore. Maybe we'll have to go join you. ;)
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