Wednesday, July 30, 2003


Well, at least the pictures posted well. Went on another interview this morning. Not sure I want to work there, though. I'd be the youngest by about 15 years or more. Place just seemed a bit too stiff for me.

This afternoon though, I have an interview at this place for a front desk supervisor position. It would be a bit of a commute, but the scenery is gorgeous and a business hotel it ain't.

And I'm in a better mood also because last night I finally prodded at the boy until he spit out what was really bothering him. Damn cranky self-sufficient over-achieving nimrod. Oy. Like squeezing milk from a stone. I know, I know. It's the Y chromosome - it blocks the communication gene.

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