First, the story of the interview: Really, the interview went fine-- I answered the same questions 6 times, as they were asked by 6 different people. I wasn't sure I could get sick of talking about myself, but, you know, too much of a good thing...
So, I was scheduled to fly out on Friday nite around 7:30 but, upon arrival at Reagan National, I find my flight was delayed an hour... then, 2 hours... then, 3 hours. When the plane finally got there at nearly 11, they told us the flight crew had exceeded their hours and, hey, whadya know, my flight was canceled. I was tired and began swearing mildly. They stuck us in a hotel and gave us a $5 voucher for breakfast the next morning-- and you know that went VERY far in the airport coffee kiosk! So, I then go to baggage claim to retrieve my suitcase. Alas, it was already waiting forlornly in Nashville. It missed me-- I could sense it. By this point, however, I was using the F-word so frequently and vehemently that I began to feel the need to apologize to other disgruntled travelers (who assured me that they weren't, in fact, offended--bless them!). So, upon arrival at the hotel, they send me around the corner to a 24-hour CVS (it's already midnite-ish at this point)in order to purchase some contact solution, toothpaste, and deodorant. As I briskly and furiously walk to the store, two different cars pull up beside me and the drivers whisper suggestively that they'd like to give me a ride! Honestly? I'm shooting lightening out of my eyes I'm so mad and, still, I'm mistaken for a whore? Delicious! So, anyway, I make it back to the hotel and fall asleep pretty rapidly as 5 hours of interviews, followed by 5 hours in the airport rendered me pretty darn pooped. However, let it be known, that, though I may not like it, I can actually be very low-maintenance when I need to be. I found a bronzer, an eye-liner and some lip gloss in my purse and I re-donned my day-old underwear (oh, yeah, that really was the ultimate indignity) and returned to the airport (after pausing to watch part of the masterful cinematic ouvre of Hillary Duff on HBO Saturday morning) only to learn that, yep, my flight had been delayed another 2 friggin' hours.
So, anyway, now that my airport ordeal is over, here's my agenda for what looks to be an explosive August:
I'm supposed to start my new job in DC on the 28th. This is, however, contingent on the birth of my very first neice or nephew (in utero name: Doodle)-- who is due to arrive within the next 3 weeks. My poor sister-in-law! She's massively pregnant, during monsoon season, in Tucson. Sheesh! So, hopefully, everything will fall into place such that Doodle make his/her appearance allowing me a few days to run out to Tucson to introduce myself as The Aunt Who Will Always Give You Books, Fancy Food, and Clothes and I'll have a few days to get settled in DC before launching into this new job. So, I get to both leave Nashville for good and visit Tucson within the next month! It doesn't get much better!
If anyone wants to come visit me in DC, I'm accepting offers and bottles of wine as of....NOW!
8 comments:
I love how you write "the f-word," rather than actually spelling it out when it's out of context. I do the same thing. Congrats on the job!
Thanks. My friend Jason likes to say things like "that GD fucking...whatever" and his selective self-editing cracks me up. But yeah, all looks promising!
Who knew August could be explosive? But there it is.
Plains, Trains and Automobiles. Ha! You're like Pee Wee Herman--you don't have to watch the movie--you lived it!
"I’m catchin a plane home
I can feel the wind on my hair
Maybe someone’s out there
Someone just as bare
And if somebody stacked the cards
I hope they’re stacked for me"
-Harry Connick Jr.
I have WAY better shoes than Pee Wee!
And I think this is more like (about?) me:
"Oh your reputation is so golden
You're never lonely and you're never home
I know you've been talking about leaving
You've lost all your feelings for this town.
Paint your nails and put your lipstick
You don't want to miss your ticket out.
Just because you graduate from school
So high in the gene pool that's your point of view." --Dexter Freebish
just throwing a plane reference out there. yes you got peewee on the shoes.
this is you--
"But if I don't get out of this town
Then something is gonna break
'Cause I gotta find my own way now
Through this thick malaise"
--the frames
for you (just kidding):
"wear your aqua mirabilis
dotted on your pulse points
a miraculous transformation
ahh my aching joints
you are a vision in the air
cheap lipstick, bleached hair"
--john vanderslice
and for leaving (not just kidding):
"One part sad and two parts brave
One part silent and one part says
To the stars!
One part black and two parts blue
One part wishes the best for you
One part changed and two parts fine
I'm telling you, I'm fine!
To the stars, to the stars!
Oh, we are lit within
By all we've been
And by all we care to be
To the stars, from the wars!
Oh, we'll wake up a little this morning
A little better than we were before
We were before"
--Erin McKeown
I do NOT have bleached hair and I'll have you know I pay a pretty penny for all my assorted lipsticks! You know that's true!
that's why I said just kidding. you are the obvious embodiment of the opposite of cheap lipstick and bleached hair.
your response could be this:
"You talk too much"
--Run DMC
Haven't we talked about your not putting words in my mouth. That said, you talk to much!
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