He pulled his chair up to the table and began to serve the food. “Hmmm,” he said, ladling chili over the rice on her plate. “I thought we were having chili dogs?”
She visually searched the table. Then she mentally searched her brain. “Excuse me a moment,” she said, then bolted for the kitchen.
He said, “So you didn’t cook’em, huh?”
She quickly tossed four hot dogs onto a plate, stuffed them into the microwave, then sat down and smiled at him as though she meant to do that all along.
In just a little bit I have a job interview. It is a part-time gig teaching computer skills in an afterschool program. I’d much rather have a full-time job with a full-time paycheck, but so far this is the only bite I’ve received! I’m going to put on my very best and go interview. Amoeba says for me to remember that I am interviewing them and not to just leap at the job if it is offered to me.
I haven’t been unemployed (not counting the move to Hawaii, where I was without a paycheck for less than a month) since 1980 something. (And actually, I’m not officially unemployed until this Friday when I clock out!) I am a little freaked by the notion and it has been preoccupying me a lot.Â Maybe, if I get a job, my attention span will actually span once again.Â One can hope.
On the other hand, maybe I can just win a free vacation from one of those romanticÂ Typically Swiss Hotels, sit out on a balcony overlooking the alps and write my dang novel!
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