Well, the update on Cody is not good. His only option is chemo which would just prolong things a bit, not cure him, and my mom is against it. I agree with her that it is really just for the people and doesn’t do anything for the pet. She wants to remember him as the happy, bouncy sweet guy that he is. Of course if this was my dog, I don’t know that I could make such a decision, but I do get where she’s coming from. It is so so sad, though.
My interviews yesterday went well. The first was more of a “Is she breathing and can she string a coherent sentence together?” kind of deal. And apparently I am and I can! Because now I’m here temping (blogging) away! So far it’s boring as hell. They’re still getting me hooked up to the network, and so far my only task has been to print out the attachments from a couple e-mails and 3-hole punch them. WHEW! I am beat! Not to mention I’m giving Rachel a run for her money for most ridiculous task that a person can do themselves and does not need a temp for. Hopefully I’ll get something a little meatier soon. So far I’m not so sure I’d want to work her long-term though. It’s a little quiet around here. Although there is free ice cream in the “cabanas” (their completely misleading term for the kitchenettes).
Ugh, another "please print this email" request. Pardon me a minute…
Wow. That is really taxing. I think I have a headache from all this thinkin’. How does it go again? Double click to open, Ctrl-P to print…hmm maybe I should write this down.
Thanks be to hay-soose the other interview at the Real Estate firm also went well. It was with two women from HR, but I think we hit it off and I should hear back by the end of this week if I’ll make it to the next round. It definitely seems like a nice place to work and the job sounds fun. Plus W and I own a 2-family in Manchester, NH and are kind of into the whole real estate thing (despite being SF renters at the moment).
This morning I got to the temp gig and was given a form to take down to the building’s security office so I could get a photo id. It turns out this building is managed by the company I interviewed with yesterday, so when I saw their logo on the form, I was so confused. “Did I already get the job? Where am I?” Man, just a few days of unemployment and my brain goes to mush!
I don’t think I already mentioned this on the ole’ blog or not, but poor W thought that my beta was this past Sunday, not next Sunday. He was kind of devastated. Now he’s kind of wanting me to POAS, but I just don’t know. I think once Leah gets her BFP tomorrow I’m going to be more inclined, but for now I remain steadfast in my resolve (heh) not to bust out the sticks.