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Oct. 9, 2012, midnight
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Found out yesterday that I didn’t get the job I interviewed for the week before last. Turns out an outside candidate had been interviewed about 3 or 4 weeks earlier and I believe that it was already decided before I even stepped into any of the interviewers’ offices. I gotta tell you, while I’m bummed that I won’t get this particular elite position, I am somewhat relieved. I was stressing about how I was going to run this show in the first place. The way the current area is run, it is going to need a massive overhaul in order for it to become a working machine, and I was prepping myself for that. What I didn’t know is how big of a capital “C” my prospective boss was about to be, or currently IS. I’d heard some scary things, but I’ve had freakish bosses before, right? Right. But remember what happened? I’m looking at this as a blessing in disguise and at least I dipped my toe in that water and let it be known to the corporate powers that be. Now I just need to create another opportunity. Next!
UPDATE MID-ENTRY: Just found out more, but need to talk with my boss in a few. Something weird is going on. I smell a rotten banana.
Actually had a pretty nice time on my last trip with Krab Kakes in Vegas. I don’t know what it is. Maybe she’s up to something, but I just felt like her bitching was lower than normal. Actually, that’s not really true. When our flight was delayed 2 1/2 hours because of the Loose Seat Conspiracy, I thought she was going to blow a gasket. But the upgrade to first class made everything OK (until they ran out of Champagne!). Still, it was fun to go to the semiars with her and we even had a nice dinner together. She has a super dry sense of humor that could come across as more bitching if you’re not paying attention. Who knows? Maybe I just haven’t been paying that much attention?
First night in Vegas we were invited to a cocktail hour at the Marquee club at the Cosmopolitan Hotel. Have you been there? My favorite place in that whole hotel is the insane Chandalier Bar, just dripping in crystals. So, I was curious about the cocktail hour for industry people and also the Marquee club itself. Krab Kakes declined (just like I knew she would), and I got kinda dolled up as best I could as I’m currently now packing on 20 extra lbs. and got my ass there for the free booze. Kinda fun. Gorgeous digs by the pool. Beautiful view. Met some dweeby guys who ended up getting kicked out (I found out about it the next day when the dweebs found me and told me about it at the conference–ugh, could not hide!). Met some nice girls, one in particular who invited me to another party the next night. Long story short, I left the Marquee as soon as the cocktail event was over and went to the Chandalier Bar for a glass of bubbly. It was there that the two French men came to talk to me…which was…hm…well, I’m not sure. Nice enough, but strange. After I finished one bubbly, one Monsieur bought me another and tried to chat me up. When he walked away to “do something” (go to the bathroom? I don’t know), I felt weird, so I downed my bubbles and got the fuck out of there. After thinking about it a bit later, I think maybe he thought I was a hooker (???). I’m just not sure but didn’t feel like sticking around to find out. It was late anyway.
SexyPants flew in on my last night in Vegas…just to take me out on a date! How much fun is that? We wanted to go to dinner someplace nice and off the beaten path, so we Yelped this place: The Barrymore, showed up at the very last second (due to more American Airlines shenanigans on SP’s flight) and it was wonderful! It’s a tiny and very sexy restaurant with cozy banquettes and dark, lush decor. Great conversation, wonderful wine, and a deeeeelicious dinner later, and we were back at the casino to blow some $$$. Stayed up late, late and felt so sneaky for partying it up Vegas style on a school night. But that’s what Vegas is for, right?
Weekend was very quiet and cooooool. Fall arrived like a whirlwind, and I didn’t mind as I ended up snuggled in bed early on both Friday and Saturday nights (perhaps too much Vegas?). SOS had another get-out-of-mental-facility pass and I just wasn’t into hanging out with the boys, so I had some nice me time on Saturday and then met SexyPants early, early Sunday morning for a run. We ended up spending a lot of time talking/fast-walking than running, but it was still a 7-miler and we ran probably 5 1/2 of them.
Yesterday I smelled something rancid in my car. Smelled like stinky feet, which is strange because I truly can’t remember the last time my feet were stinky. And I couldn’t for the life of me imagine having stinky feet people IN my car without my knowledge. So WTF? Then, I tried to put the top down to air out the whole car and get whatever that stench was OUT of the car. But I couldn’t because that thingie in the trunk was not pushed down because I’d had a bunch of stuff in the trunk. So I got out to put the thingie down and in the veeeeerrryyy back of the trunk was a plastic bag with green billows of funk emitting from it. I believe it was a rotten banana, but I think I’d need dental records to positively identify it.
OK. Better go now. I need to identify what my other issues are…
Love yous!!
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