March 24th, 2003

children of dune - leto 1

interview day, also hi new friends!

Okay, sudden influx of friends. Whoever told you this was a cool journal to read? 'Bout to prove them totally wrong. I'm going to describe The Interview.

Then later, I'll be amusing. So you'll have to wait.

Now, I'd like to start with how birds singing over my bed awakened me and led me to my dresser while sunlight poured cheerfully on the floor with some really girl-power alt-rock soundtrack played in the background, but that didn't happen. And not for want of trying, I might add.

We're going to skip ALL the morning part, because a lot of it was spent with me coming up with bizarre reasons why I couldn't go. Luckily, I ignore myself a lot.

See, it's been a LONG time since I've had an interview-interview. You know, where it was important. So I retreated to my closet to find my pre-arranged outfit. Brown shift, little brown jacket over, brown shoes. Oh yeah, I was making a name for myself in the color spectrum--go earthtones! But it's pretty. Also wrinkly, but apparently, it's actually supposed to be, as this is what makes it charming. I'm all for wrinkly charming. Saves ironing, no? I plan to invest in a wardrobe of pre-wrinkled items, because serious time saver here.

Armed with The Six Earrings of Ultimate Courage and my watch, I went in seven minutes early, as to prove my worthiness for this job. Or because I got there early because I was nervous. Take it either way.

Now here's the thing. I have two modes when desperately nervous. Disappear into the background (ninety percent of the time), or ultra garrulous (be afraid). Seriously. It's frightening. And I never know which part's going to win until I open my mouth.

And I can't stop talking.

She asked questons, I talked at length on every one of them. Somehow, the cheese arches got mentioned (HOW the hell did that happen?) and the apple pie guy who yelled at me during my stint in the fast food industry and I mean, it's like I forgot how to brain filters work. I don't think I scared her. At least, no restraining order yet.

Suffice to say, the interview went by blindingly. We went over pay scales and benefits (BENEFITS!) and work hours and what I'd be dealing with and salary and six months probation at the job and dental appointments we've both had. Yes, we discussed root canals. Leave me alone. She said she'd call me tomorrow or to call her. I have no idea what this means.

I have no clue. I'm too jittery to be sure of my own name. And someone at McDonalds said "hi jenn" because he said he knew me and I had no idea who he was even AFTER he introduced himself. I got a Big Mac and fries to soothe my nerves. But I didn't remember him. What. The hell. How can I forget someone completely? Nothing rang a bell. Nothing. And I live in a small town. Not like there's a huge number of people wandering about I can forget.

God, I'm so ashamed. Amused. I forgot the word.

thete1, damn her, showed me shoes that I HAVE TO HAVE NOW NOW NOW so there's officially a higher level of interest for this job.

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And okay, hello to all new people on my friendslist! You've friended me, I'm staring at my info page trying to pick out who everyone is and look at the journals in question. *waves* I'm jenn and I like shoes today. Feel free to drop a note and say hi.

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Editing on Somewhere is halfway done in first round. I did most of it last night in a fit of nervousness. devinmoonshine and I are discussing Dark Things in Arkham, where the DC crazies are stored. girlinthetrilby mulling more Distant fic, and there's some in her LJ right now! Read it!

And MHC is my hero. Just so you know.

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I'm going to go destress before going grocery shopping. Breathe breathe breathe. And make some tea. And get some key limes. I think I'll make pie and remember my entire existence on this planet does not hinge on the fact that I could not make myself shut up. This skill could come in useful if some Evil Person needs to be talked to death. Keep it positive.
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