Post by numbers.
1. My interview tomorrow got pushed back until Monday morning. My interviewer just emailed me to say that she's going to be out tomorrow, and she personally wants to interview me, rather than give the assignment to one of her associates. I'm going to take that as a good sign.
2. I'm having nightmares about parallel parking. Actual waking-up-in-a-cold-sweat nightmares. I really hope I'm not going to psych myself out, because I'm taking the test with another brand new car tomorrow. I know that I can do it, it's just that I have a frikkin' mental block now, and I'm more terrified of having to say "I failed" than anything else.
3. Busy busy busy busy.
4. I've had over 18,300 visitors to my journal in the past three years. Not bad for a little personal blog.
5. No, really. The whole driving test thing is making me a complete nervous wreck.
6. I've decided that as in-between money, I'm going to do some work with one of my old companies. One of their accounts just lost a claims specialist, and they were already a month behind. I'm going to go in and take care of that. It's about two weeks' worth of work, and they've offered me other stuff, too. It's just that I don't want to take a more permanent position with them before I've done some more interviews.
7. Since Agnes and I both have a weakness for bad dance movies, we rented Take The Lead, starring Antonio Banderas (and his... how do you say? Ahhh yes. Show!) last night. The only redeeming quality was that the kid who played Rufio in Hook was in it. How much did I want him to do some fancy tango move, then exlaim "bangarang, bitch!"? The answer: a lot. Anyway. Yeah, it was a bad movie, and not even containing good dancing. And someone needs to explain to me why Joann Jansen has choreographed every single dance movie in the past ten years. Blargh.
8. Aggggggh. Just, yeah. Aggggggh.
2. I'm having nightmares about parallel parking. Actual waking-up-in-a-cold-sweat nightmares. I really hope I'm not going to psych myself out, because I'm taking the test with another brand new car tomorrow. I know that I can do it, it's just that I have a frikkin' mental block now, and I'm more terrified of having to say "I failed" than anything else.
3. Busy busy busy busy.
4. I've had over 18,300 visitors to my journal in the past three years. Not bad for a little personal blog.
5. No, really. The whole driving test thing is making me a complete nervous wreck.
6. I've decided that as in-between money, I'm going to do some work with one of my old companies. One of their accounts just lost a claims specialist, and they were already a month behind. I'm going to go in and take care of that. It's about two weeks' worth of work, and they've offered me other stuff, too. It's just that I don't want to take a more permanent position with them before I've done some more interviews.
7. Since Agnes and I both have a weakness for bad dance movies, we rented Take The Lead, starring Antonio Banderas (and his... how do you say? Ahhh yes. Show!) last night. The only redeeming quality was that the kid who played Rufio in Hook was in it. How much did I want him to do some fancy tango move, then exlaim "bangarang, bitch!"? The answer: a lot. Anyway. Yeah, it was a bad movie, and not even containing good dancing. And someone needs to explain to me why Joann Jansen has choreographed every single dance movie in the past ten years. Blargh.
8. Aggggggh. Just, yeah. Aggggggh.