Overlooking the Garden of Life

Just wanted to inform the whole of the tiny universe I am in, that Aset is crazy, wacko, three fries short of a happy meal!! (sorry have been channeling Jack O'Neill all day - and I have only been up for oh, and hour)

She started this last night, after midnight, just racing around up the couch, down the stairs, through the kitchen, knocking down boxes (twice with things in it), around and around and around.... then she finds some foil wrapper I had on the coffee table, and pats at it like it's bug. Pounce. Brissle tailed. Wide eyed. My cat is on crack.

And this morning she was being So Stinking Cute™ laying on my pillow, head on my arm and purring (she is a purring fool) and just calm and sweet, and then she goes and licks me to death. I don't mind a few licks, but cat's tongues are not lick friendly. Heck, I don't do many doggy licks. Donno why, but there ya go. So I tell her to quit, but that means more in cat, and soon I am hiding under the pillow to get away from her little licks. Well soon she decided crack was better anyway and went to my desk and played with my paper clip holder, spilling all the paper clips on the floor.

oi. my active kitten.

Well gang, I had 2 interviews today, not the same 2 i thought I would, but interviews nonetheless.

I originally had a interview (so i thought) at the Police Station as a Dispatcher, but they Dispatch Supervisor totally forgot (she's not nice anyway) and took my name and number and would call me when she can interview me. Ok. Sure. I got all nice and pretty for nothing. So i went to my second (scheduled) interview early.

It was at Movie Gallery, not like anything glamorous or what not, but it's a part time job. So showed up, and we chatted - I know everyone who works there - and so we did the "formal interview" and will be getting a call from the District Manager sometime this week. Not bad.

So came home, starving like Marvin, and ate cereal, watched an ep of Bones, chilled with the cats and chatting... when I hear my phone ring from the dinning room. Opps. I usually bring it in with me to the livingroom, so it's close. Anyway, I answer...

And it was the publisher from the Roswell Daily Record. Shit. So I sit on my stairs and we talk, interview, tell him how i got into Journalism, where I want to be, how wonderful I am, yadda yadda. So he seemed impress, and really I don't feel too bad about the job - not my first pick, but hey - until he asks how quickly I could move if hired. Reality. I say I have a house to move (I should have mentioned I have cats I have to move also) and would have to take the full 3 maybe 4 weeks they allot for moving. He says ok, several other people, would let me know at the end of the week...

*gulp*

dine7184 asked if I would take it over the other "jobs" and I said yes because it's my career job, not a job-job. So, nothing definitive yet. Just me silently freaking out... and trying to stay positive... and think of what to pack first.