the kickass news

just got a voicemail from the people i interviewed with yesterday -- apparently they called back while i was next door hanging out with warren and shirley! (and after the director of engineering had said at the end that they were going to take a couple of days to consider candidates before getting back to anyone!) they want me to come in again next week.

this is my first second interview in a year and a half, and i once again feel confident i'm going to get this job.

all of you, i need you to cross every appendage you've got for me. i want this job. i need this job. i have to get this job.

did i mention that yesterday in heavy rain it took me 13 minutes door to door to get there? after years of hour-long commutes, this would be utter bliss. and their building? out on the end of sierra point. i could take lunchtime walks out to the brisbane marina! nice building, too. nice big cubes. very cool people. i think the engineer i interviewed with yesterday would've hired me on the spot if he could have, after i answered all his unix questions with panache and then delivered a five minute off-the-cuff lecture on modern dirigible technology and its possible applications for eco-tourism, luxury air cruises, and cargo hauling. (everybody asks about what i did for Arctic-Antarctic Static Airships when they find it on my resume, and they don't need to know it was just editing a white paper and doing a little web design for Josh G. -- but it's a kickass conversation piece and makes me sound insanely cool.)

anyway. go me!

woohoo!

second interview is scheduled for 1:30 next Tuesday.

oh god, what am i going to wear?

oh wow.

i just found the most amazing-looking recipe for portuguese clam & chorizo stew. god, it looks good. it has bacon too, and gets served over a slice of toasted garlic bread. i'm drooling just thinking about it.

alas, the hellclientt is still sitting on my final invoice (despite promises to pay it) and i'm down to less than $200 in the bank just now, so i can't run right out and buy all the ingredients. *sob*

i hate the hellclient.

whee!

i had a fun dinner with Michele and Susan; we monopolized a table in Pacifica Thai for two hours and then closed down a nearby cafe. it's very different interacting with them outside of group. Susan is an absolute hoot. i can't even begin to figure out why she can't find a boyfriend. we all bonded over the downside of being a smart kid and the horror of driver's license pictures.

home now. arthritis is making me feel like i'm being crushed in a giant hand. quite unpleasant, really. i wish it would stop.

Daddy-O has taken possession of my arm. must go negotiate terms of release.