Have I told you lately that my husband is a wonderful man? He is. He
even watches schmaltzy chick movies with me from time to time. He
watched the video of our wedding with me. Isn't that a wonderful
thing to find in a husband?
The other night, we watched You've Got Mail together. Tom and I met
on-line and got acquainted via e-mail so it was especially interesting
to me. I could relate, you see.
After the movie, we went outside for one of our usual watch-the-sky sits
out in the back. It was cloudy, threatening rain and the moon was lovely,
occasionally peeking out from behind the clouds.
Later, while sitting here working on an entry for the journal, my mailer
dinged me and I flipped over to see e-mail with the subject You've
Got Mail. I guess he knew I was in a romantic mood because he had
sneaked outside and taken a picture of the night sky, did fancy graphic
things to it and sent it to me as the background of the love note.
Gotta love a guy like that.
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Yet another long interviewing session behind me. It is a good thing,
though. It used to be that when you 'passed' one interview, you went
home and waited for a call to schedule the next one. More and more
companies seem to be leaning toward scheduling so that if you pass one,
you can move right on along to the next interviewer.
The interviews seemed to go well, though. I got through four of them
this morning/afternoon. *sigh*
I hate interviewing.
This was a small operation in comparison to the department store. The
entire IT department is about the size of the help desk at the other
place. The job is a data warehouse type thing. It would be
interesting, but I sure would have a lot to learn, not that I mind
that. They seemed interested in me even though I'm not an exact
match for what they were looking for.
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I'm going to have to take the grandkids home tomorrow. I will miss
them. They are such 'model' kids unless they are under the influence
of MY kids. My daughter is moving and needs their help.
Chances are, Tom will appreciate having
the house to himself again. He is uncomfortable with people around
all the time, as a rule, but he hasn't said a thing about this month
long house-full-of-offspring thing.
Maybe they grew on him?