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Interview went well! I had to ask that she try and see about matching my salary requirement but that I would negotiate, too. The highest compliment she paid me was that she really liked my attitude. I'm so glad! That's really flattering to hear, especially when, internally, I think of myself as rather curmudgeonly. Anyway, even if nothing comes of it? Good practice, good time. Wasn't even a bit nervous. Two snaps up for me.
In other news: I have a vacuum cleaner! Rather, I will do, in a week or so. Buy.com had a Dyson going for ridiculously cheap, and it had decent reviews. Why this is amazing is that this was a birthday present to me from my parents. From, um, last year. So I'm only just now getting around to getting it. It was too expensive, perhaps, but they're a fabulous brand and they only go on sale every so often. I'm not letting my parents pay the full price. Only you and I will know, okay? THE VACUUM OF MY DREAMS, YOU GUYS. I HAS IT (SOON).
In other "purchases that indicate you are secretly an old person" news, this weekend I finally bought a dry cat food storage bin. It's massive because I always buy my cats' food in bulk. I need to mix their two kinds of food together, too, so the bin is really useful and better than the plastic ziplock bags I've been using which are getting NARSTY. This is the kind of thing that makes me happy, folks. Any day now, I'll have that cane to wave at the punk kids on my lawn and I'll be truly blissful.
One other crazy thing I've acquired (in this case, stole from my parents' house because no one was using it there): bed lifts. I want a lofted bed like nobody's business. In fact, despite having a queen-sized bed, I want a bunk bed-height lofted bed so I can have my huge bed over my head and, like, a desk underneath. One day, I will have this thing. It might even be soon, since my mother still has a furniture set exactly matching this description that my grandfather built in her attic somewhere. For now, I have bed lifts. I no longer even have to raise my arm to hit snooze on my alarm clock. BECAUSE IT IS BENEATH ME. WHERE IT BELONGS.
In other news: I have a vacuum cleaner! Rather, I will do, in a week or so. Buy.com had a Dyson going for ridiculously cheap, and it had decent reviews. Why this is amazing is that this was a birthday present to me from my parents. From, um, last year. So I'm only just now getting around to getting it. It was too expensive, perhaps, but they're a fabulous brand and they only go on sale every so often. I'm not letting my parents pay the full price. Only you and I will know, okay? THE VACUUM OF MY DREAMS, YOU GUYS. I HAS IT (SOON).
In other "purchases that indicate you are secretly an old person" news, this weekend I finally bought a dry cat food storage bin. It's massive because I always buy my cats' food in bulk. I need to mix their two kinds of food together, too, so the bin is really useful and better than the plastic ziplock bags I've been using which are getting NARSTY. This is the kind of thing that makes me happy, folks. Any day now, I'll have that cane to wave at the punk kids on my lawn and I'll be truly blissful.
One other crazy thing I've acquired (in this case, stole from my parents' house because no one was using it there): bed lifts. I want a lofted bed like nobody's business. In fact, despite having a queen-sized bed, I want a bunk bed-height lofted bed so I can have my huge bed over my head and, like, a desk underneath. One day, I will have this thing. It might even be soon, since my mother still has a furniture set exactly matching this description that my grandfather built in her attic somewhere. For now, I have bed lifts. I no longer even have to raise my arm to hit snooze on my alarm clock. BECAUSE IT IS BENEATH ME. WHERE IT BELONGS.
