Tammi's World

Forgot my damned earrings....

Let's see if I can tell you about this afternoon. I'm very tired. Really Really tired but I did promise......

Let's start with this morning, shall we? I talked with Cuz, Army Wife and Teresa. All of a sudden I looked up and it was 10:30. Holy Shit. I had to get myself in gear.

So - looking at what I needed to do, I made a list. First I showered and straightened my hair. Next, get dressed and make-up. Final on the list was painting my nails, and for that I had to already have the panty hose on. Wait, am I going into too many details? Sorry.

Anyway - Army Wife calls as the time gets close. I had just finished my nails and was preparing to have a smoke. I was out of cigarettes so was smoking Harvey's sweet cigars that he leaves here. I had smoked a partial a while before and figured I would just finish that off.

Ok - I'm talkin' and grabbed the cigar to see, in slow motion, a.pile.of.ashes.fall.on.my.silk.shirt. Cream silk shirt.

Son Of A Bitch.

Let me just say that as long as you don't rub the ashes they will blow off with a blow dryer. Thank Goodness.

So - I'm finally ready. I'm surprised when the door bell rings and it's T1G! Wishin' me luck!!! Got my stuff together and do a last appearance check. Something wasn't quite right, but I finally just attributed it to the fact that the last 6 months have really aged me. Out the door I go.

Traffic was a breeze. About half way there I realize what was wrong when I looked in the mirror. Well, other than the obvious - I forgot my flippin' earrings. Damn it.

The devil is in the details.

Anyway - made it there with 45 minutes to spare. Reread my resume, checked my lipstick, said a prayer and It's Showtime!!!

As I met the CEO I kept thinkin'.....damn. He reminds me of someone. 5 minutes into the interview it clicked. Harvey. I had a 2 hour interview with Harvey. Same mannerisms, same speech pattern, everything. I know I did better in this because of spending time with Harvey. It was comfortable.

The other thing I picked up on quickly was the guy is a data geek. Loves analysis. 'Mkay. I can do that. I put on the analyst hat and we talked charts, graphs, databases til the cows came home. It was kind of nice because it was a side of me I don't get to show that much. Hell - he was even very impressed with my whole job search data base. Unlike some people.

Two hours. Two hours of talkin' data and schtuff. He said several times he was pleased, in some instances impressed even, with my skills and qualifications.

Did I mention I had been there 2 hours? Yeah, well, thought that might be important.

Anyway - he thanked me several times for coming in and then left me in the reception area to talk with the HR Director.

She came out, thanked me for coming in and briefed me on the situation. There is another candidate. They will talk this week and get back to me - this week.

Can we cut this any shorter? I thought once the interview was over my stress would drop.

Oh No. Not at all. NOW I have no control. None. Nada. It's just wait and wait and wait.

So that's where it's at. I'm waiting. Oh, and packing and shit. But mostly? Yeah, waiting.

Now I'm gonna go sit on my couch and veg. The adrenaline has left and all that's left is the Shell of Tammi.

Posted by Tammi at May 23, 2006 07:59 PM | TrackBack