Michael R. Barrick's blog
The upside of not having any work right now is that I am starting to get some of those "one of those days when I have time" things done. I'm got my new website going (of which this journal is a part) and now I have finally gotten my web cam running again.
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Evilyn sent me this. If only I had a beemer to sleep in. But, oh well, the wonder wagon is roomier...
I can't help it. I've got to try and remember what Teresa told me: "Don't try to argue with an idiot - he'll take you down to his level and beat you with experience."
All the same...
When creating mummies the ancient Egyptians were careful to remove and preserve all the vital organs except one. They didn't bother to keep the brain since they believed it was an essentially useless organ responsible only for the production mucus. I'm wondering if the ancient Egyptians caught a lot of colds, because it certainly feels like my brain has become an essentially useless organ and I have no shortage of mucus.
So tomorrow morning is my interview with HSBC, so I went out and bought myself a new tie that isn't three years out of style and let out the pants in my "good" suit. Not that I needed to bother. Once I tried things on I decided that a.) my other suit looks better, and b.) I'm not even going to wear a suit. It looks best with one of my black shirts and the Mexx pants I bought with Heidi when I was closing the contract with BHT.
There's more I'd like to say about today but I am sick with a cold and have to get up at an hour I am entirely not used to for the interview.
Like that matters. But a nice little non-sequitur can be fun now and again. Not all the time of course, as some pseudo-intellectual types on the Van-Goth list seem to think. It gets so tiresome... another wave of new users, another wave of unedited one-line gibberish, tell people to read the FAQ and learn how to post, get a bunch of petulant "I should be allowed to do whatever I want [because I am so bloody clever]" whining, rinse, repeat. sigh
OK. The funeral home is out. My niggling suspicion that things were not as good as they presented them at the interview has basically been confirmed. The details are moot, the bottom line is there are major signs of flailing headless chicken syndrome... Good thing I have the wireless place to talk to this afternoon. To hell with the funding problem, if they last a year that will be enough to get me on my feet and back to consulting, if they last longer, well great. At this point I'm convinced the wireless place is a better opportunity.
...that I was born with a horseshoe up my ass. Not only did I peg the attire just right (I was dressed similarly, but slightly better than the people who interviewed me) but the interview(s) went swimmingly. Despite the fact that, at this stage in the game, one never gets the job off the first interview, I thought at several moments that I'd walk out with a concrete offer. Probably would have, too, if the guy who makes the final decision hadn't had a 1:30 meeting. So back I go tomorrow, 11am again, and I'm sure I'll walk out with an offer.