So Friday night I decided it would be an excellent idea to post a blog after drinking. Here's me high on wine (wow):
Oy, so what's gone on this week... I'm typing on Michael's new computer, and I've had a bit of wine, so I'm having a HELL OF A TIME typing right now. I can be drunker than crap and still be able to type like there's no tomorrow on my own computer. I had my interview yesterday and it went very well. My "boss" (laugh)/"team lead" wanted me to call in afterwards and let him know if I would be able to come in. Eh. Seriously, I don't even know right now what to write in response to that kind of request. WHAT?!? I didn't call. And I don't feel bad.
Anyway, the interview went well and they want to proceed with the 3rd part of the interview. Which is fine, BUT JESUS JUST GIMME A JOB. Do ya like me or no? If not, then decline. I'm really not liking this long process, but at the same time I like that they're being so picky. Erm, I'm a girl so I'm allowed to have my discretions. Or something.
I was supposed to meet with my boss's boss this morning, but that never happened. SURPRISE. I guess he read my survey and realized I'm not very happy, lol. I finally realized this morning that my unhappiness stems almost 100% from the way my team lead manages his team. Oh Crappa, I wonder how my friend's interview went this afternoon... lemme text her real quick. Shat, I think I left my phone in the car. Oh well. I just watched V for Vendetta and have this insatiable urge to think in a British accent.
ANYWAY. Tomorrow, Michael and I are planning on riding downtown to watch the pros race in a bike race. I'm actually really looking forward to it, but Michael must realize that my bike light was rather cheap and not exactly worth risking my life over, so he'll have to make sure I'm always behind him. Er, wait, I guess I'll just have to suck it up and yell if I can't keep up. But dammit all I hate doing that. And then Sunday we're going to Barton Springs, this pool thingy that's stuck at 65 degrees. Which would be nice and warm in the winter but ass cold in the summer. Oh joy.
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