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twitter updates for 2008-04-21

• Just got pulled over by the cops. Apparently someone thought I was stealing my own car. Seriously. #
• @suzi109 I totally want to go to the gift show right this very second, just to make your day a little more entertaining. #
• Pet Peeve of the Day: Phone interviewers that call late. Please just call when you say you will. And then, you know, hire me. #
• Standing on your couch that’s in front of windows that face a busy street is ill-advised when you’re not wearing pants. Or so I hear. #
• I kind of want to punch the girl that cut my hair on Sat. She cut off the cute wispy shit & I just noticed it! That’s what I get for $7.99. #
• I just had an interview that made me sweat! Next step with that one? CEO, baby. #
• I’m dancing in Jenni’s apartment by myself because I just got a job offer! #

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almost an ‘i have a job’ post

For some reason, I didn’t hear my phone ring about 4:30ish today, and in fact, the call went straight to voicemail. I’m not entirely sure it did that come to think of it, because I definitely wasn’t on the phone. In any case, I was sitting all alone in Jenni’s apartment (that sounds so creepy that I’m not even explaining why I was doing just that) and checked my messages. Turns out it was a hiring manager from a place I interviews for last Thursday.

And it turns out said hiring manager wanted to “extend an offer” to my bright, shining star that is me. She was just “closing up shop” when she left the message and asked me to call her back tomorrow on her cell phone to discuss the details. I’ll be doing just that and, quite obviously, accepting the job.

The manager I interviewed with was pretty fantastic. She has a position in mind for me a step above the position I’ll be starting at, and that’s gotta be a good sign when you talk about that in an interview.

That’s as many details as I can share right now here; I can share more via email. I also have three more jobs where I’m still involved in the interview process and optimistic in landing any of those jobs, so there may be more updates to this in the near future.

But for now? I’m one phone call away from confirming my status as ‘no longer unemployed’.

i need your help. for real.

I’m in sales. I didn’t exactly want to ever be in sales, but once someone puts you in a role, I think it’s impossible to go back. So, now I’m a salesperson. Done deal.

My old boss, Mark, who was the best boss I’ve ever, ever had told me on several occasions that he knew I was a salesperson, but other people had trouble grasping on to that concept because I didn’t lack an outer “fire in the belly” attitude. He knew and I know that I have a drive that makes me want to close sales and make some commission (hell, yes!), but he thought people that didn’t really know me or maybe just hadn’t ever met me didn’t get that about me.

But now, it sucks because being “laid back” appears to be a negative in a sales interview. And the even crappier thing? I had an interview on Thursday and hit it off super well with the guy (he even told Recruiter #2 that). The only thing that he was concerned about, according to Recruiter #2, was my laid back attitude. I do not know what to do.

Those of you that have met me, you know I’m laid back, yes? How do I convey that I really, really want to get customers jacked up about what I’m selling? Do I drink 6 Red Bulls before my second interview with this place?

Do you think it’ll help if I’m all “The thing I love about sales is getting customers excited about what I’m selling!”? Or maybe if I shout my entire interview answers?

Hook a kid up with some advice. It’s not unsolicited, so I won’t get angry. Honest! (If you don’t want to comment, you can totally email me, too!)

i feel bad for you son

After the second trip to the dog park yesterday (I had to put the kibosh on the visit the first time we got there), I decided I was hungry. And since it was 8:15pm, I knew there was no way in hell I was going to cook anything short of a grilled cheese, and I’ve been reserving those for lunchtime-only meals. I stopped at Chipotle for a treat of 14 times my daily allotment of sodium.

I had to dispose of a bag of dog poop that I had to bring back from the dog park (they don’t have trashcans!), so I was wrapping it up in some paper to make it look less like a steaming pile of shit and more just like something I’d grabbed from the floorboard of my car. Went in, strayed from my usual order, made mental notes of two things I wanted to blog about (NERD), stole a dozen plastic forks since I don’t have a dishwasher at home anymore, and then went back out to my car. Right about then is when I noticed I didn’t have my keys in my pocket.

I got to my car and because it was so gorgeous outside, my back windows were 1/4 of the way down, just far enough for Riley to stick his head out, but not down far enough for him to jump out after birds (which is his favorite thing now). I put down my four pound bag of burrito and stolen plastic forks and realized I could fortunately reach into the window and unlock the door, since clearly Riley wasn’t going to do it for me. And, of course, as soon as I did, the alarm started going off. I took care of the whole lights flashing and horn blaring problem and drove away.

A few blocks later, I noticed a police car with his lights on behind me, so I pull over to the side of the road. I heard “Son do you know why I’m stoppin’ you for?” And I said, “Cause I’m young and I’m black and my hats real low? Do I look like a mind reader sir, I don’t know.”

Actually, he pulled me over, and when he asked if I knew why he was pulling me over, I told him I had no idea. And that’s when he kindly let me know that someone had run up to his car and let him know that I stole the car I was in – you know, MY car. That I’m driving.

I didn’t know how to react. Do car thieves laugh when they get pulled over? Do they have shifty eyes? Were my eyes shifty? What if they take my dog away? And, uh oh. There’s an open bottle of peach schnappes underneath my driver’s seat.

We had a good chuckle when I gave him my license, registration, and anything else he wanted, including an explanation on why I may have appeared to have stolen my very own car. And during our chuckling and reminiscing about good times, I verified that Riley does in fact want to kill any policeman that approaches my car. Win for me.

no price could be too high

I’ve already decided that next time I move, I don’t care how much it costs, I’m hiring professional movers. I’m even going so far as hiring the people that put all of your worldly possessions in a box for you. I’m even gonna find an auto shipping provider, because the less I deal with, the happier I’m going to be in the long run.

Ideally, I’d also be able to hire someone to go through all five thousands articles of clothing I have and throw out the ones I’ll never wear again – without asking my opinion, of course, because otherwise, I’d be in the same predicament I’m in right now – too many pants for my dresser and too many shirts for my closet.

I’m not sure what prompted me to think that I wanted to pack up everything I own, then move it (with the help of my ever so charming and lovely friends), and then think I would actually want to unpack/organize. Because I don’t. Not at all. My bedroom is filled with boxes of clothes that need to be stored away somewhere (and by stored away I mean just freakin’ donated already!), but I hate the idea of going through all of them.

But the realistic thing? My apartment’s so awesome in every single possible way (except for the screaming litter of puppies that woke me up this morning from an undisclosed location), that I’m not planning on moving anytime soon.

links for 2008-04-21

• kanYe West : Blog: He’s sorry.
  He called was in Sacramento and called it Seattle. But apologized via blog. Kinda adorable.

I kinda love Kanye a lot. I guess it started with “Stronger”, and then I started listening to his older stuff a little bit more thoroughly, and realized I LOVE THIS DUDE. When he announced his Glow in the Dark Tour, I was really psyched. And when he announced the Glow in the Dark Tour would include Rihanna, Lupe Fiasco, and N.E.R.D., I think I peed a little.

But because of the really true quality shows I’ve seen in smaller venues and never paid more than $25 for a ticket, it’s just about impossible to get me to pay $45 for an upper level (because that price at lower level is sold out) ticket in a gigantic venue, where I’ll realize midway through the show that I could be at home listening to the same set list out of my six year old computer speakers.