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Monday Afternoon, Coming Down
Mar. 19th, 2007 03:29 pmA hectic kind of day, for my Sunday... I didn't even get to sleep in.
Off to yet another pre-interview interview with yet another agency this morning. At least the job sounds like it really exists this time. We shall see.
Then off to Mt Druitt for a BBQ-related odyssey to a sheetmetal factory. I suppose it qualifies as unpaid overtime. Catching up with a few people on the trip back east & now passing judgment on the last White Stripes album, before heading out again in about an hour...
Back to work tomorrow for a rest.
Speaking of work ~ as a few people know, the Hobbit kindasortamaybepossiblyabitquasi-intimated that the job of Store Manager is one that he can "maybe see (me) in one day".
Fixing him with a direct gaze, I repeated "Maybe?? One day??"
Wonder how he'll react when I tell him what I want as a salary. Actually, I already know... he'll say "No."
Which is fine with me, really. As I keep saying, I never took this job for a career move.
I went to Hooters restaurant last night for a long-lost friend's 40th birthday party. It's a measure of the qualities of his wife, I suppose, that she allowed, encouraged & even organised the event, to which something like 30-40 people turned up ~ about 50/50 gender-wise, before you ask.
Mind you, it's not like there's much there that could be classed as titillating, unless you're a 16 year-old boy... & there was one of those 2 seats away from me who seemed well-pleased with the venue, menu & view... Our waitresses couldn't seem to remember who'd ordered what drinks &/or meals & counted the people at our table 3 times before guesstimating the final bill (based on the fare being a $24.95 per head set menu). Talking with the birthday boy later, it sounds like they still got the final amount wrong.
Still, the food was quite edible (the birthday cake was almost literally death-by-chocolate fantastic!!), the drinks were cold & between the 80s greatest hits on the jukebox, the television screens in every direction showing every channel & the skimpy uniforms of girls way-too-young for us (except for the 16 yr old!!), there was plenty to keep even the shortest attention span happy.
So, what's next?!
Off to yet another pre-interview interview with yet another agency this morning. At least the job sounds like it really exists this time. We shall see.
Then off to Mt Druitt for a BBQ-related odyssey to a sheetmetal factory. I suppose it qualifies as unpaid overtime. Catching up with a few people on the trip back east & now passing judgment on the last White Stripes album, before heading out again in about an hour...
Back to work tomorrow for a rest.
Speaking of work ~ as a few people know, the Hobbit kindasortamaybepossiblyabitquasi-intimated that the job of Store Manager is one that he can "maybe see (me) in one day".
Fixing him with a direct gaze, I repeated "Maybe?? One day??"
Wonder how he'll react when I tell him what I want as a salary. Actually, I already know... he'll say "No."
Which is fine with me, really. As I keep saying, I never took this job for a career move.
I went to Hooters restaurant last night for a long-lost friend's 40th birthday party. It's a measure of the qualities of his wife, I suppose, that she allowed, encouraged & even organised the event, to which something like 30-40 people turned up ~ about 50/50 gender-wise, before you ask.
Mind you, it's not like there's much there that could be classed as titillating, unless you're a 16 year-old boy... & there was one of those 2 seats away from me who seemed well-pleased with the venue, menu & view... Our waitresses couldn't seem to remember who'd ordered what drinks &/or meals & counted the people at our table 3 times before guesstimating the final bill (based on the fare being a $24.95 per head set menu). Talking with the birthday boy later, it sounds like they still got the final amount wrong.
Still, the food was quite edible (the birthday cake was almost literally death-by-chocolate fantastic!!), the drinks were cold & between the 80s greatest hits on the jukebox, the television screens in every direction showing every channel & the skimpy uniforms of girls way-too-young for us (except for the 16 yr old!!), there was plenty to keep even the shortest attention span happy.
So, what's next?!
