Kathypath returned from her (sucessful) trip this week, and it's great to have her back. I told her what's been happening in the store in her absence, and the two of us - as anal as we are - are set on cleaning the place up in Vegas' absence. I had been telling her that Vegas had gone way overboard in the buying department, but she couldn't fully understand it until she saw it. After receiving a delivery of seven more (huge) boxes of books for which we had to make room, she understood why I can't get over the mayhem. It was oddly reassuring to see that it bothered her as much as it bothers me (she kept saying, "Oh, God, we really have to do something about this pile..."). So we're going to get working on that.
Meanwhile, we both broke our backs bringing those enormous boxes upstairs. I looked down at my legs before I took a shower yesterday, and my upper thighs are black and blue all over (from hitting the boxes as I walk). As TheBoy said yesterday in his most deadpan voice upon seeing them "Well, that's sexy."
Yesterday, I went in for a job interview elsewhere. It went fine - I don't think I made any mistakes outside of the French grammar sort. But, still, I won't get the job. It was obvious from the outset, as the first question he asked me referred to my working papers situation:
"Do you have papers?"
"No, is that a problem? I thought that since the company is Franch-American, it would be less of an issue."
"Well, sure, but we would still have to prove to the French government that we couldn't find any FRENCH person qualified enough for the position. Considering we have already interviewed over 30 people, you'd have to be a far better candidate than any of them..."
Keep in mind, that was BEFORE the interview.
No pressure, though, really.
It's ok though. I don't think I wanted the job anyway, deep down. Too much sitting, not enough interacting. I like to be up and at 'em (even if I bruise my legs in the process).
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