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Jan. 15th, 2004 07:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
angelchickenInterview . . . good. Though not what I expected. Because it was with a head hunter. But that's okay. She was great and kind and I really liked the agency. It was clean and pleasant and not at all chaotic, unlike every other agency I have been to. And she knew of two places to send me to immediately. She was faxing my resume right away.
Yay!
And, I just checked my messages and GIA had called wanting to set up an interview. WooHoo! I Will get the *fuck* out of RGBC!
So: Outlook positive.
In other news, it was nice of Mother Nature to remind me of what I will be looking forward to every winter once I move to Chicago. It is bitter freezing cold. Almost Chicago (though apparently that will be tomorrow). So cold, in fact, that instead of wearing my professional skirt of "Take me seriously" with a black turtleneck I wore my gray pinstripe pants with a black wool sweater. Professional & warm.
And . . .
I had to run to the lobby of the building this morning because I had to give a package to a client's client, and I got there before him. So I walked about and kind of made a nuisance of myself with the guards (who I know, so it was okay). And as I am pacing (I can. Not. stand/sit still. Ever. I am always pacing/twitching/fidgeting/etc. It's a thing. It drives my mother bonkers) this man comes up to me - completely out of the blue - and says almost verbatim "I'm sorry to bother you, but I just wanted to tell you that you look amazing."
How can my day not be fabulous with a compliment like that. He was probably a gut in his late forties and he was attractive and *god* it just made my day.
So, potential job and stellar compliment. Good day.
Tomorrow is supposed to be bitter, bitter, frigidly cold. I'm thinking layers.
Yay!
And, I just checked my messages and GIA had called wanting to set up an interview. WooHoo! I Will get the *fuck* out of RGBC!
So: Outlook positive.
In other news, it was nice of Mother Nature to remind me of what I will be looking forward to every winter once I move to Chicago. It is bitter freezing cold. Almost Chicago (though apparently that will be tomorrow). So cold, in fact, that instead of wearing my professional skirt of "Take me seriously" with a black turtleneck I wore my gray pinstripe pants with a black wool sweater. Professional & warm.
And . . .
I had to run to the lobby of the building this morning because I had to give a package to a client's client, and I got there before him. So I walked about and kind of made a nuisance of myself with the guards (who I know, so it was okay). And as I am pacing (I can. Not. stand/sit still. Ever. I am always pacing/twitching/fidgeting/etc. It's a thing. It drives my mother bonkers) this man comes up to me - completely out of the blue - and says almost verbatim "I'm sorry to bother you, but I just wanted to tell you that you look amazing."
How can my day not be fabulous with a compliment like that. He was probably a gut in his late forties and he was attractive and *god* it just made my day.
So, potential job and stellar compliment. Good day.
Tomorrow is supposed to be bitter, bitter, frigidly cold. I'm thinking layers.
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Date: 2004-01-15 06:18 pm (UTC)Whooo! I'm taking that as a good sign. And of course you looked amazing. I'm sure you kicked 27 kinds of butt in the interview.
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Date: 2004-01-16 09:01 am (UTC)Oh my god, me too! I fidget all the time. For the most part, I can keep my hands still and I'm always cracking my knuckles or tugging on my hair, examing cuticles, etc. My mom hates it and always tells me that I should just be able to "sit at peace." But I really can't do it. If it try to sit down and fold my hands, I can feel them twitching like they want to move.
Erm, sorry for the ramble. So glad to hear that the interview went well. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for great new jobyness in your future:)