July 08, 2003 :: 5:02 p.m.
and then the dolphins swam to freedom
I had a job interview this afternoon, at a photography studio in New Cumberland. I have a second interview tomorrow at 6 p.m., with the owner of the place. Both Joes say that this is a good sign; I remain skeptical. It took me ages to figure out what to wear, since all of my interview-appropriate clothes seem to have been eaten up by the same pernicious gnome that likes to steal the book/movie/CD/craft item that I want to use just when I decide that I want to use it. He's slippery, that one, and I do believe that he takes a sort of sexual pleasure in depriving me of the things that I want and/or need. As such, I ended up wearing a flowery skirt that I got at Sal's about three years ago, a purple tank top, and a hoodie. "Why," you may be wondering, "would anyone wear a hoodie on an 87-degree day?" I have my reasons; tank tops are just not flattering, for one. My arms are unpleasant and flabby, and there's that whole 'rolls around the middle' thing that makes covering ones stomach with multiple layers of clothing very nearly mandatory. I was a bit over-dressed, but at least now I know how to dress tomorrow. The duck skirt and a t-shirt, I think, will be fairly appropriate. Also much less swelteringly hot, which is always a plus.
After my interview I drove out to Adam's dad's house, because he said to call him when I was finished but I didn't have access to a phone. I figured that he'd be there, so off I went. And I was so very wrong. I drove home again, somewhat disgruntled, and watched Oprah. I don't know why. It was on downstairs and I got pulled in by the wish-granting. There was a guy who got to sing with The Temptations, and a bunch of doctors who wanted makeovers, and a teacher who wanted to be a model. It was heartwarming in that nauseatingly sappy way, mostly because of the old guy singing with The Temptations. He was wearing a purple suit and I think he was going to cry. Aww. Then I came upstairs to go through my photos, because the lady who interviewed me asked if I could bring some semblance of a portfolio with me tomorrow. Eep.
Now I'm sitting here feeling like my head is being split apart with a chisel, and there's no food downstairs to fill my rumbly tummy with. I think I'm going to bake up some more of the potato thingies that I made last night, because they're yummy and the only thing we have in this house is raw potatoes and Bisquick mix. I tried to make pancakes this morning, and oh, the horror. I don't even like pancakes.
Gah! There's a bug in my room. Again. Time for a seek and destroy mission. And also potato things, because there has been a 20-or-so-minute lapse between this paragraph and the last one, during which I went downstairs and prepped them for baking. Mmm mmm good. Adam's on his way over, so I'm going to go wait for him. I'll update later.
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