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Nov. 7th, 2002 11:56 amI am ready for something EARLY. Like, SIGNIFICANTLY early! I don't have to leave for my interview for an hour and I am showered, dressed, blow-dried, etc. Holy crap! Ok, so I still have to put makeup on and eat something but seriously! Usually I am at this stage in the preparation five minutes before I have to go somewhere, not a full hour!!
I deserve no credit for this. I have only my digestive track to blame, as I woke up an hour early (and by "an hour early" I mean "right when my alarm was set to go off" -- I traditionally hit the snooze bar five to six times before I get out of bed) with a terrible stomachache and couldn't go back to sleep. And so here I am! Kind of ready!
Also: I think I have to buy a flatiron because my hair is getting too long to straighten without one. I just have too much! I do it the way you're supposed to! I have a big round brush! I have a hair dryer! I have a clippy to hold my hair up so that I can dry it in pieces! And yet still I have mostly straight hair with occasional wave regions that I cannot destroy. It's kind of annoying.
Why am I getting all gussied up on a mere Thursday? Because as you all know, Jess Hair Straightening typically Means Something because it takes, oh, forever to do and is hot and uncomfortable and annoying, and so I only go through with it if I'm particularly bored or if I have Someplace To Be. It is the latter today: I have a job interview! A temp to perm thing at a real estate development company. It's kind of annoying because my temp agency had told me that there was nothing out there, really, and that it would take a while to place me and so I'd made all these mental plans to chill out and go visit friends and take trips and stuff and now I have to go on an interview! Am mildly nervous. Am doing my best to block the mild nerves out so, hopefully, they can attack me full-force mere minutes before the interview instead of dealing with them now. I hate being nervous. It's one of the main reasons my life goal is to be calm, cool, collected, sophisticated -- such people don't get nervous.
I am going on this interview because my last assignment finished up last Friday. No more Skeevy Law Firm! I do not miss it. But! But but! Mr. Boss! Mr. Boss wrote me a reference letter! Without my asking! In it, he blatantly lied and talked up how punctual I am (yeah right! I was eight minutes late every day, like, the last ten weeks of my assignment). I think my parents are kind of annoyed with him because now whenever they give me a hard time, I start quoting the letter all "Yeah, so I didn't empty the dishwasher exactly when I said I would! I have a pleasant and charming demeanor, dammit!"
Anyway! I better go eat something and throw some makeup on or all of my being-ready-earlyness will waste away! Am off!
I deserve no credit for this. I have only my digestive track to blame, as I woke up an hour early (and by "an hour early" I mean "right when my alarm was set to go off" -- I traditionally hit the snooze bar five to six times before I get out of bed) with a terrible stomachache and couldn't go back to sleep. And so here I am! Kind of ready!
Also: I think I have to buy a flatiron because my hair is getting too long to straighten without one. I just have too much! I do it the way you're supposed to! I have a big round brush! I have a hair dryer! I have a clippy to hold my hair up so that I can dry it in pieces! And yet still I have mostly straight hair with occasional wave regions that I cannot destroy. It's kind of annoying.
Why am I getting all gussied up on a mere Thursday? Because as you all know, Jess Hair Straightening typically Means Something because it takes, oh, forever to do and is hot and uncomfortable and annoying, and so I only go through with it if I'm particularly bored or if I have Someplace To Be. It is the latter today: I have a job interview! A temp to perm thing at a real estate development company. It's kind of annoying because my temp agency had told me that there was nothing out there, really, and that it would take a while to place me and so I'd made all these mental plans to chill out and go visit friends and take trips and stuff and now I have to go on an interview! Am mildly nervous. Am doing my best to block the mild nerves out so, hopefully, they can attack me full-force mere minutes before the interview instead of dealing with them now. I hate being nervous. It's one of the main reasons my life goal is to be calm, cool, collected, sophisticated -- such people don't get nervous.
I am going on this interview because my last assignment finished up last Friday. No more Skeevy Law Firm! I do not miss it. But! But but! Mr. Boss! Mr. Boss wrote me a reference letter! Without my asking! In it, he blatantly lied and talked up how punctual I am (yeah right! I was eight minutes late every day, like, the last ten weeks of my assignment). I think my parents are kind of annoyed with him because now whenever they give me a hard time, I start quoting the letter all "Yeah, so I didn't empty the dishwasher exactly when I said I would! I have a pleasant and charming demeanor, dammit!"
Anyway! I better go eat something and throw some makeup on or all of my being-ready-earlyness will waste away! Am off!
