Title: I'm not dead yet!
Random link o' the day:
Judy Francesconi's
photographs. Rowwwrrr.
Hrm. I need to cut my fingernails. (No smart remarks from the peanut gallery, please... you know who you are.)
Well, it's been an interesting week. I've been playing phone tag with recruiters since the last update. (And yes, I apologize; I know it's been ten days or more.) I've had a couple of promising interviews, plus one HR puke from a large .com company that keeps giving me the run-around. Oh well; too bad for her. The interview I had this morning was particularly good. One thing I've learned in the past three years is not to bullshit the interviewer. I tried that when I was looking for a job in '98, before Sun. It doesn't work. If you don't know something they ask you, it's better to just admit it. "I don't know, but I can find out" usually works for me. This interview was for a data center that's going to be built in the Tech Center. I know I said I didn't want a job down there, but what the hell... if it's good, I'll drive it.
So I talked to the headhunter, and it looks as though this ISP is going to extend me an offer tomorrow. I think I would like that. I'd get to work with lots of different stuff, which I'm lacking now at Sun. I'll let you know what happens.
Let me update you on Halloween. Yes. I drove my boring ass out to Kansas, since Ian was in California doing trade shows, and Cynthia and I went to visit Tim and his chewtoy/roommate, Jesse. We went to the local gay bar and did the drag show. I swear, some of those men made better women than me. We were dubbed the "ladies of lesbianism" by the MC, which was pretty funny, since we were the token dykes in the bar at that point. It was a blast. One of Jesse's bi-curious girly friends was making passes at me all night. I'm still convinced the only reason she was hitting on me instead of Cynthia was because I was sitting closer at the table. After about three hours and numerous drinks (yes, on my part, but mostly hers), I was leaning over talking to Jesse and this child reached out and tweaked my nipple! I was too slow to have any reaction other than, "*blink* Um... okay." Heh. (And NO, you perverts, I DIDN'T enjoy it.) The kid couldn't have been more than 20, and from all indications, it was her first time in a gay bar. I hope she grows a brain before she goes back, or she's liable to get her ass kicked by someone's dyke-on-a-bike girlfriend.
The club was cool; unfortunately, we won't be going back. Why, you ask? Arson. Go figure. And a day after we were there, too. Oh well.
I'll have pictures up from Halloween as soon as I get my scanner back online. Yeah.
-- marcie.