You know…
I thought this whole “waiting-on-a-job-offer” thing was going to be cake.
Leaving Chicago, I was beaming! I knew that, in the end? if I got a big, fat ding letter, I’d feel secure in the fact that I did my best. But I’ll be damned that if each day that passes, I am not becoming a nervous wreck.
TEN BUSINESS DAYS, THEY SAID! BUT WHAT ABOUT THE HOLIDAYS?! Does Thanksgiving count?! And what about the day after, when most businesses had the day off? I am checking the mailbox 39482374 times day, and even the mailman seems to be annoyed by my antics. And by antics, I mean humping his leg while singing, “Wait! Oh yes, wait a minute, Mr. Postman! Way-yay-yay-yait Mr. Postman!”
I have already decided that if I get the job offer, I will celebrate with a bottle of Chateauneuf-du-Pape.
I have already decided that if I don’t get the job offer, I will get drunk on a bottle of Chateuneuf-du-Pape.
November 28th, 2006 at 1:29 pm
:) The waiting is possibly the worst part of the job!!!! Good luck, I’ll keep my fingers crossed for you.
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November 30th, 2006 at 10:27 pm
The WAAAIIIIITING is the hardest part.
Yeah, the WAAAIIIIITING is the hardest part.
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November 30th, 2006 at 10:28 pm
The WAAAAIIITING is the hardest part.
Yeah, the WAAAIIIITING is the hardest part.
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December 1st, 2006 at 10:40 am
Totally off subject…
Remember how our cranky art teacher would become instantly happy whenever he talked about norman rockwell. I always liked that about him.
~Em
this is where that thought came from:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/entertainment/6197834.stm
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