january 30
I'm not ashamed to say that I'm still stalking my truck. Nope, it's not one bit weird. Here, you all stalk my truck, too! They tell lies about it, but that's okay. In the name of love and car selling, all's fair and whatnot, but seriously, have you ever heard of a pickup truck with fold down rear seats? What would they fold down into? I can't imagine. Furthermore, look at that photo they used! Look at it! Is that the most flattering picture? I mean, it would be like posting a photo of yourself in a personal ad with flecks of grass stuck to your face and oreos in your teeth. Even if you're not a beauty, you want to put your best, uh, bumper forward. If indeed you ARE swell, well, shit, then take a good photo! I'm all indignant now, and I realize that it's extremely irrational. I'll finish this up by saying that there's a hold tag on the truck. A HOLD tag. Can the pillow farm be far behind? I don't think so. I am a sad sad sad little person. I know it. It's okay.
I liken it to someone you've broken up with on good terms. You want them to go on and be happy, but then, when you see them out on the town with someone else, you feel that twinge. I'm feeling the twinge, right here.
Work:
Haiku for Deletion:
where there were once words
now there is gentle haiku
too much sharing: bad
Note: If you are my employer, and are reading this, please don't act shocked that I interviewed elsewhere. Also, don't fire me. Thanks.
The interview Monday was neither over nor underwhelming. The job sounds interesting, like something I'd enjoy doing if I was not married, because it is 50 percent travel. I'd be spending exactly one half my time on the road (in the air, really), and then, when I was in Connecticut, the rest of the time driving to and from the office, because my friends, it is 50 miles away. I hear you all getting outraged: "Dana! I drive 200 miles a day to work! And it's bumper to bumper traffic! And my car only has three tires! You just got a new car! It'll be fun!" What you need to understand is that Connecticut is only 50 miles long, so basically, my trip to work would be across the ENTIRE STATE, and whereas it is true that I've just gotten a sassy new set of wheels, the idea of putting 2,000 miles a month on it doesn't make me at all happy. I am spoiled by my 10 minute 3 mile commute to the Death Star. It is perhaps the only thing good about it.
Really, I think the problem might be that I'm not so much the right person for the job. I'd LOVE to be able to travel. I would love it. But, when I think "Person to represent a company in a different state" I do not think Dana. Also, I get the feeling the job will not pay too well. Finally, when the drive TO the interview takes longer than the interview itself? Almost never a good sign. Who knows? Work has been so, so bad lately, I've been seriously giving thought to going to a temp agency until I find something permanent. Ugh, it's all such a pain in the ass.
Haiku for Deletion:
where there were once words
now there is gentle haiku
too much sharing: bad
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