that job fair sucked.  the lines were super long! I hate long lines.  i blame my lack of patience on the microwave. but, no one likes to wait so i don’t need to excuse myself on that.

ok the awesome part of the jobfair is that the guy that interviewed me likes to watch Project Runway.  Also, i got to dress up and look all cute.  It rained A LOT which made driving there a nightmare BUT then again it gave me a chance to rock my a raincoat and actually use my umbrella (which matched my cardigan!!!).  as i walked from my car to the job fair site I was really tempted to call Rose just to complain about the seattle-like weather.  that temptation was interrupted by a Gap customer i had that same week…seriously, I’m just too popular.  I felt bad that i couldn’t be in “customer service” mode… Hey! How are you? Let me know if you need anything?! Let’s sign you up for a Gap Card!… yeah right oh well.  I also ran into Grant, my supervisor at Pearson.  a separate post on my essay scoring experience is coming soon.

Anyways, I only got to interview w/ one school Rhodes Middle School.  They had a potential math position.  I wasn’t too too inclined to interview with them because they’re pretty far from where I live and the word POTENTIAL… but it worked out ok I guess.  If i get a second interview it’ll be late june early july…?  that’s a big IF. and do you remember what i said about me and patience?  yeah.

in another note I should mention that travis and i talked about how his realtor and i are the same person.  at first i was way way WAY offended, but then it turns out that she’s always pointing out plans for his mythical boat.  which when he said it like that: OF COURSE, i see how we’re the same person!… no travis, no.

Ok i have to go there’s a guy sitting 20 feet from me that keeps coughing.  that usually makes me want to stare them down until they put a surgical mask on but I am forced to understand that I am at a public library.  I wish I could hose him with Lysol and he would say, “Thank you kind stranger.”  but i know that won’t happen.

peace out homebodies,

lo