We are at Terminal 2, waiting for our Virgin America flight to LAX. I need some Peet's, so I opened my email to see if there were any deals (BOGO, etc.). Instead, I found an email that made me RUN to the Arties (who were checking out a bird mural).
The position I applied for at Stanford? THEY WANT TO SCHEDULE A PHONE INTERVIEW.
I know it doesn't mean I'm getting an offer. But still.
YIPPPEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Stay tuned.
28 September 2011
12 September 2011
Neighbors Know My Name
As promised, I'll be adding some posts about our neighbors, as we got to know some of them a little better at an early July gathering. First up is a neighbor who had not moved in as of the gathering, though.
This neighbor lives on one side of us. Apparently the residents include her mother and son. The little boy is 6, and played with little AC about a week ago. He even came over for dinner that night because we knew she wouldn't eat unless he came over to continue playing with her. He had to leave due to karate class. The kicker is that big AC kept calling him the wrong name; I'm guessing it's because the boy has the same name as my last fling before big AC. D'oh!
This neighbor lives on one side of us. Apparently the residents include her mother and son. The little boy is 6, and played with little AC about a week ago. He even came over for dinner that night because we knew she wouldn't eat unless he came over to continue playing with her. He had to leave due to karate class. The kicker is that big AC kept calling him the wrong name; I'm guessing it's because the boy has the same name as my last fling before big AC. D'oh!
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