July 8, 2011 by Heather
Remember in the last post that I mentioned a job I applied for had sent me a rejection email? Well, guess who had also applied for the same job and got an interview.
Yep, it’s true. As my dad said, “It’s a male world.” Juuust kidding. I’m the dummy who may or may not have forgotten to attach a cover letter with my application. Ugh. I tell you what. This whole getting-fired-slash-job-hunting thing has proven to me just how much of a twit I can be.
twit: ( Brit, noun ) a foolish or stupid person; idiot.
I kind of love that word. Twit. I mean, it is one letter away from the gross word my sister uses to refer to the two massive lumps of fat (and, in her pregnant case, milk) that hang from her chest. I suppose I should say “sit” instead of “hang” so as not to offend dear ol’ sis, but whatever. Hang sounds so much more, oh I don’t know, native and raw. Why am I still typing about this.
So, back to what I was saying before the self deprivation and boob tangent.
Andrew had a job interview this morning. Two, actually. An initial one and then a follow-up interview 20 minutes later with another high ranking individual. He was told that he is the top candidate for the position and will be recommended to HR as the person to hire. They should call by Tuesday with the official job offer, so until that happens, I’ll not disclose anymore details on here. But we are excited! It sounds promising, and the job is one that has a lot of potential for ladder-climbing, which is a big deal to Andrew. Me, I’d rather climb trees. But that’s neither here nor there.
In other news, I am addicted to this:
Seriously, ya’ll. I drink a 2 quart pitcher of it everyday. Everyday. It is so good.
At least I’m staying hydrated, right?
In other, other news… I got another rejection email this morning. Man, I’m on a roll.
Fortunately, this song has been stuck in my head lately:
What a friend we have in Jesus
All our sins and griefs to bear
What a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer.
I find myself singing it over and over, in my head and out loud. I am a little unsure about the exact words of the chorus, so all I sing is that first verse. I know it says something about the peace we often forfeit, but other than that it’s all “watermelon watermelon.” (Did anyone else sing that repeatedly in youth choir when they didn’t know the song?) Haha, maybe it’s time to change it up a bit and find out how the whole song goes, huh? Anyway, it helps with the random twinges of loneliness and frequent twinges of loserness.
Now, I may not be so good at getting a job. BUT I can make a homemade pie, crust and all. So that is what I am gonna do.