yay!

the phone interview went great. they want to interview me either later this week or early next week. and they have an unbelievably juicy install that needs more doc, and the impression i got was that whoever's doing it now isn't too excited about it. the manager reacted with great interest when i mentioned that i'm pretty much an install doc guru, with three solid years of experience (out of my not-quite-10 overall) writing install docs for huge web server apps. like, for instance, theirs. in fact, i used to write the install docs for their biggest competitor (now defunct).

(have i mentioned recently how much i enjoy doing install docs? because i really, really enjoy install docs.)

i may have made myself sound a little desperate, but it was only because when he described the complexity of the install process i got kind of... excited.

must schedule haircut. and send out more resumes. oh, and eat. eating is good too.

whee!

well, that's it

justjenine has arrived home safe and sound. home in New Zealand, that is. my best friend now officially lives 6500 miles away and i'll never get to visit her. she does, however, apparently have an infestation of duvet fairies. maybe that's where the goats went. leave a goat under your pillow, wake up with a duvet!

now what am i going to do for Thanksgiving?

that was, of course, a rhetorical question.

yo quiero taco bell

sometimes it's the insignificant details of a story that are most interesting. here's a story about a bride who was carjacked, still in her wedding dress, while the groom was in a Taco Bell picking up some takeout. it all ends happily, for everyone except the carjacker and the Taco Bell sign. but what gets me is this:

they got married. there was a reception with 100 people in the groom's backyard. and after leaving the reception, the first thing they wanted to do... was eat takeout from Taco Bell?

i can imagine several scenarios. it all depends on the personalities involved, i guess. but it fires the imagination: how did they get from wedding reception to taco bell? is the groom's mother a lousy cook? do they just really love taco bell? did they really just want the hot sauce to take back to the hotel with them? were they laughing? ironic? blissfully unaware?

my favorite scenario is that they made a pact beforehand that the first thing they'd do as man and wife was eat at Taco Bell. maybe it was romantic: they met while waiting in line for tacos. maybe they just liked the randomness of it. i like to think they had a running joke about Taco Bell and it just made perfect sense at the time. all through the reception they were shooting each other glances and giggling, and everyone thought they just couldn't wait to move on to the honeymoon. but really, they couldn't wait to move on to Taco Bell. and getting carjacked while they were there only adds to the absurdity. and they'll be dining out on this story for decades to come. their kids will repeat it. it will be family history, generations down the line.

all because they decided to go to Taco Bell.

that's how i'd write it, anyway.