I didn’t get the job I interviewed for a few weeks ago. I’m not necessarily bummed. I understood that, based on my interview, the guy would have felt like he was giving a United Nations job to the likes of a Sesame Street Character with slightly less fur.
Job interviewing feels like dating and like I’m running around behind my current boyfriend’s back.
‘Sorry job, you have leukemia and rather than wait until you die, I’d like to start seeing other people. It’s not you, it’s me. Oh, and I continually leave my number at dive bars like Monster.com. Hope you don’t mind.’
And, just like in relationships, I get all gussied up for the new job. Current job gets the t-shirt, jeans, un-showered me while the new job gets version 2.0 including freshly shaved legs and perfume.
The sad part is, I really like my ‘boyfriend’…he just has to get over his bout with a terminal disease.
Only time will tell. ‘Boyfriend’/Job has been given a 4 – 8 week timeline.
Meanwhile, Chris has been dealing with ‘Bad Mood Bekah’.
Example: Last night I came home from class and slammed the front door shut. I threw my fists up in the air and said, ‘OK hon, I’m going in the kitchen to make myself garlic bread for dinner. I’m going to wash it down with a frozen ding dong and a Pepsi. You got a problem with that?!?!’
A few seconds later I storm back in the living room and say, ‘AND, I’m going to watch Judge Judy. Take your tiny little butt and go watch your stupid ESPN crap on the little TV.’
Statements like that could have resulted in a fight but Chris has a difficult time taking me seriously, especially when I just returned from school and am wearing a chef’s hat with checkered pants and plastic shoes.
He just says, ‘OOOoooook’ and literally ladles it with sarcasm then starts laughing while turning up ESPN.
Good thing I have an industrial supply of Ding Dongs. I could pretty much take on the world with a chilled Ding Dong or two.
Well... Ding Dongs and that theme song from Robin Hood.