* I went to my sister’s house last night for dinner, drinks, and the new episode of Lost. She got bored and made a giant pitcher of something. Basically, she threw a bunch of different liquors in the pitcher until it was three-quarters full and then killed the rest with pomegranate juice and a can of sprite. It was boozy. I’m pretty sure that’s why I feel like a dog vomited in my face this morning. Mostly, I’m blaming the tequila in the mix.
But there were certainly amusements. I was tweeting nonsensically most of the evening. And I almost let slip the name of a crush. Publicly. Oops! As a boy who knows better, I found it almost a little embarrassing this morning. If I’ve learned anything from The United States Of Tara, it’s best to pretend I don’t care. Girls like mystery, yeah? Well, I’m about as mysterious as a tin of sardines. So, I’m learning…
* On the plate for today is a job interview. It’s for the management position at a sports apparel store. A lot of people have sort of looked at me cock-eyed when I mention this. I don’t really look like a sports guy, despite actually being a sports guy. So, my hope is that the interviewer asks me a bunch of sports questions, because if he doesn’t, I’m going to come off like a practicing witch in a Catholic church.
I am taking the advice of a friend when it comes to this interview, though. She told me that she always goes into job interviews not giving a shit. She pretends she’s already got a job and just testing the market. For her, that method usually goes well, because the nerves don’t really come into play. We’ll see how it goes for me. Chances are my interviewer reduces me to a blubbering mess.
* Then again, it won’t be too hard to pretend I have a job. I kind of, almost, sort of have a job. Maybe. Remember the really good interview I had a little ways back? And how the time frame sort of slipped away? Well, my friend at the company has been inquiring about me ever since and found out a few things.
Basically, they do quite like me, but it would appear that the human resources department is ultra slow. They still haven’t successfully contacted my prior employers. I still have a couple of hurdles to jump after that, too. What was interesting about the whole thing is that the guy who interviewed me told her basically that I’m hired. Which is kind of funny. It’s been a few weeks now. When do I actually get hired?
Ultimately, I might end up being the prettiest girl at the prom. Either that or all of this continues to mean nothing.
* After my interview, I’m off to a midnight screening of Watchmen. I’m reserving judgment…