Good luck with the job!
Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Good luck!
My sister had an automated job interview the other day. Weird. And she thinks it kind of freaked her out so she's not sure if she did very well. Which would suck, because she'd really love (and be awesome at) the job.
Automated interview? I hope you don't get one of those, Erin. Best of luck?
I totally thought this was shopped the first time I saw it. Not. Creepy.
Too creepy!
It must be fall: I have banana bread in the oven. Yes, of the three bananas I bought the other day, I only ate one before they got more ripe than I like. Oops.
Best of luck, Erin! Sounds fab!
Dear postal worker,
Thank you for the timely delivery of my packages. In no way do I fault you for the minor tear on one package. However, please don't leave the porch door open for my cats to escape.
Signed,
Thankful my porch door is loud
(cats are fine, didn't escape)
The lidless eye!
I totally thought this was shopped the first time I saw it. Not. Creepy.
I think it's pretty.
I'm still mad at the postal worker that delivered a package by putting it on my balcony. I'm one floor up, see. No way to get it up there without either throwing it or scaling the building. Also, I almost never go on my balcony, so I almost reported the package undelivered.
I think it's pretty.
YOU LIKE HAIRLESS CATS.
Automated interview? I hope you don't get one of those, Erin.
No, no. Your standard academic hiring committee -- 6 people. Which is fine; I generally interview quite well.