I am procrastinating. Algebra homework, and lots of it -- all in the form of two variable story problems. They are waiting for me, textbook and graph paper spread across the coffee table in anticipation.
Interview at Alaska went pretty well, even though once more I procrastinated filling out the forms they sent to me. Although that time the procrastination was due to other earlier algebra homework and a couple of legal homework papers and the school district interview. I've been unhappily busy and finals are next week. Aieeee!
I like the attorneys I interviewed with today; I would love this job even without flight benefits. They lit up like beacons when I described my various and sundry job skills and exchanged significant glances several times. Apparently, I am the sort of person they are looking for to help tidy up their act. I adore tidying up and said so. They beamed again and fell over themselves trying to make the job not sound too terrible and not too stellar ("we don't want you to raise hopes of moving from secretary to paralegal," one said. Well, okay. :>)
So now we wait. I don't know that the interview with the school district went as well for me. The thought of spending my days hunkered down and surrounded by high school students leaves me shuddering. I wouldn't mind working in the school district, but at a safe and clean distance like at the district office rather than smack in the middle of hormone high.
Interview at Alaska went pretty well, even though once more I procrastinated filling out the forms they sent to me. Although that time the procrastination was due to other earlier algebra homework and a couple of legal homework papers and the school district interview. I've been unhappily busy and finals are next week. Aieeee!
I like the attorneys I interviewed with today; I would love this job even without flight benefits. They lit up like beacons when I described my various and sundry job skills and exchanged significant glances several times. Apparently, I am the sort of person they are looking for to help tidy up their act. I adore tidying up and said so. They beamed again and fell over themselves trying to make the job not sound too terrible and not too stellar ("we don't want you to raise hopes of moving from secretary to paralegal," one said. Well, okay. :>)
So now we wait. I don't know that the interview with the school district went as well for me. The thought of spending my days hunkered down and surrounded by high school students leaves me shuddering. I wouldn't mind working in the school district, but at a safe and clean distance like at the district office rather than smack in the middle of hormone high.



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