I’m back…. I’m tired… I’ll write more tomorrow. Oh, you didn’t think I’d leave y’all hanging, did you? The interview went EXTREMELY well, and I’ll be finding out this week if I need to plan to be living in Atlanta by the end of the month.
Ugh, do you know how much I disliked waking up this morning and coming into work? Yeah, that much. But something interesting happened while I was out yesterday. One of the guys that I work with decided to yank my boss’s chain by saying that I was probably over at Mr. Big’s New Company. See, Mr. Big and I aren’t very fond of one another, but that doesn’t seem to
It’s between me and one other person for the job. Damn, I’m shaking.
I know that there’s a couple of blog posts floating around my head, but I just can’t think straight enough to get them down here. I think that it means it’s time for the famous (or infamous) Random Bullet List? to rear its head again. I really, really, really want to go to Blogher this year. The problem? I’m having to wait until my tax return gets done before I
I was driving up to Atlanta, content to have a nice relaxing weekend up at my grandmother’s, when I get this voicemail on my cell saying that I’ve been shortlisted for a job up here, and could I interview on Monday.
I made an appointment with my GP for my yearly physical and I’m going to ask him what he would recommend for me to quit smoking since I’m on such a multitude of medications currently, and I’d rather not add another one to the mix if I can possibly help it.
I’ve decided to try and quit smoking. Well, I’d put it on my 101 Things in 1001 Days listing (#20), but I think I’m ready to at least start looking at my different options. I don’t know how successful I’ll be, but I really need to do something. There’s not any particular thing that’s making me feel this way, other than when I was sick at the beginning of the