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November 16, 2004
because she said I should blog about it.
ok, I was going to blog, but I forgot to take my vertigo meds this morning and everything is so very, very difficult today.....
so, instead, I crib from my IM conversations. because I am just that much of a communication cannibal. ("watch me pat myself on the back for being so clever! ")
Blondie : how did your interview go??????????
PicturePicture : ass suckingly bad.
Blondie : oh no
Blondie : why?
Blondie : wrong outfit?
PicturePicture : nope, I kicked some interview ass. but they failed their portion of the interview. the woman (who had so much weeping acne on her face it looked like someone chewed on it) only asked me two questions, one of which was stupid:
1) did you find the place ok?
2) do you think you could do this job?
PicturePicture : and I was there 1 hour 15 minutes. asking her about 1 question every 5 minutes, most of which she failed to answer (I don't know! Good Question! I'll have to find that out! wow, you ask a lot of questions!)
Blondie : find the place ok?!?!
Blondie : WTF?!
PicturePicture : I know. I understand it was meant as a courtesy question, but, in the face of the whole "one of two questions asked in an interview" it takes on a whole new level.
Blondie : like, do you like the wallpaper I chose?
PicturePicture : do these pants make me look like I have two legs?
Blondie : is there something on my face?
Blondie : you know, she's just one person, albeit incompetent, but don't judge the whole job on her.
PicturePicture : difficult to make that call, doll. but. . . .she had one of those fake flower vases on her desk, with fake water in? you know?
Blondie : I love those.
Blondie : but plants hate and shun me.
Blondie : fake ones are all I can do.
PicturePicture : well, like 'em or hate 'em, she kept moving her vase around - she put it on the floor so I could see her from where I was sitting across the desk, then put it on the desk when she had me come round to see her screen, then again on the floor...then back to the desk....
PicturePicture : I wanted to kill her.
Blondie : you know, if they're that much of a problem, get rid of them
PicturePicture : seriously!
PicturePicture : I like live plants, but I’m good with them.
PicturePicture : men, not so much, but plants, I can keep.
Blondie : mind you, I don't OWN any flowers with fake water.
Blondie : so don't lose ALL respect for me
Blondie : I'm just not above possibly considering buying some sometime in the future.
Blondie : if I really liked them and had "the perfect place for them"
PicturePicture : whatever, dude.
PicturePicture : we all have our shameful weaknesses.
PicturePicture : and I hate the fake water things. but mostly because I've never seen one that has three good elements:
1) bubble-free fake water
2)a nicely shaped vase
3) real-looking, pretty flowers.
PicturePicture : because I'm pickier about decorative plants than I am about oh, let's see....men? jobs? skin care?
yes. so you see. my life is so full and throbbing with joy that I have in-depth discussions about fake plants with fake water.
yippee.
Posted by Heather at November 16, 2004 11:02 AM
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I don't care. It still makes me laugh. We're so gay.
Posted by: Blondie at November 19, 2004 08:40 AM