this morning i walked into the building at the same time as hot call center guy. and, of course, found myself either quiet and smiling way to much or babbling like i was in an old episode of ellen. i ended up saying i was on my fourth cup of coffee and got three hours of sleep last night and he was courteous (as usual). now i'm sitting here feeling stupid and writing about it.
i also should've told him that wearing denim on denim is so, so very wrong.
on another note, last night while i couldn't sleep, i decided to peruse the ACES job bank. i saw an ad from the statesman looking for a copy editor and a designer (and in typical statesman style, it said "we might have an opening for each of these in the near future." thanks, statesman; i can always rely on you to be more noncommittal than any man i've ever dated). so i thought of maybe sending in my resume. i started and stopped myself from e-mailing the news editor about four times. that last time, i realized that, although i've flirted with the idea now and then, i just never want to work in the newspaper biz ever again. so, thanks statesman, you've finally proven your good for something other than wiping dog doo off my shoes.
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funny, i learned the same thing when i interviewed there and they kept pretty much stressing that i wouldn't be a person, just a cog in the machine. and there was no promotion possibility. that was a fun time.
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