And after she called it went a little like this:
Linda:"did you get a chance to check out our website and see what we do?".
Me:"I did actually. I'll be honest Linda, I'm not sure exactly what you do but it looks like you ...blah blah.".
Linda:"Not exactly......actually we....".
Me:"Ok, right.".
And right then and there I thought I had lost it. But she wants to meet me anyways on Monday. And between the 2 of us she told me my phone number on my resume was wrong so I checked it and it is actually correct. So I guess the two of us are meant to be. I don't exactly know what they do and she is a little number dyslexic. This I can handle.
Don't you hate it when you have a great pair of dark denim jeans and the color bleeds? I'm scared to wear them with anything remotely light colored. And my hands are slightly blue from rubbing my hands on my thighs. They look really...cold.
Alright everybody, let's have golden beets and lentils for dinner, c'mon!
2 comments:
It's even better when your children wear dark jeans and when their pants come off you get a little shock to see their legs this strange blue color until you remember: oh yeah, dark jeans.
Just tell people you have blue blood
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