The coffee shop I'm pretending is my office today is awash in tall fit redheaded blokes. (And, at different tables, a roughly equal number of young women in hijabs.)
Rather than letting me (tech support) deal with our guys in Tamil Nadu (software developers), my boss insists on translating a technical description of the problem into gibberish
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Sucks about your boss and your hours. Did you ever hear back from the people you interviewed with?
How was Portland?
(Did you ever pick up more Scotch?)
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I got a hold of the interviewer Wed., but he was in NYC in a bar and basically said they hadn't got everyone on the same conference call to make a decision yet, but they hoped to by early next week.
Portland was pretty good. I got a lot of project stuff done for mom, saw most of the people I wanted to see, and made it to a couple of parties.
Unfortunately, my brother's tax return (my future loan) wasn't in yet. So I didn't get anything much for myself while I was there. Which means I'm drinking Mixed-Message Screwdrivers tonight. It's Burnett's vodka (from Kentucky!) with Odwalla.
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Would you like to become my LJ-friend btw ;)
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*friends*
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