I’m not exactly missing in action, but I have been a bit preoccupied. Highlights: * I’m down to the wire in the interview process with two companies. I have a third round of interviews scheduled with both companies on Tuesday. Yes. Both of them. On Tuesday. I’m going to be a very tired camper when I’m done, but it will be worth it. Both companies represent appealing opportunities. The choice will come down to what…
On Friday afternoon, as I drove north along Wornall Avenue in the Brookside neighborhood, I passed three young girls. From behind, they appeared to be 11 or 12 years old, wearing matching private-school skirts and chatting as they walked. As I waited at a stop light, they caught up with me. As they passed my car, they glanced in my direction — and they were all wearing big, furry, stick-on Groucho Marx mustaches.
How exactly DOES one type with a cat sprawled over the left wrist? If I moved my arm, she’d be hanging head-down off my left leg, which appears to be terribly uncomfortable….
Random fortune cookie messages, unknown vintage, excavated from the bottom of my purse: 1. “Our brightest blazes of gladness are commonly kindled by unexpected sparks.” 2. “A man cannot be comfortable without his own approval.” 3. “Avert misunderstanding by calm, poise, and balance.” My “learn Chinese” words on the back: Telephone, August, Bean Sprout. “34” is listed as a lucky number on two of the three fortunes.
I stopped by a resale shop to see about consigning some of my now-too-big clothes, and walked out with a garnet wool Ann Taylor suit to wear to my next job interview. It was a bargain, and it fits like it was made for me! I’ve lost so much weight in the past few months that my old interview suit just won’t hold itself up without pins. Woo-hoo!
