Gee, I can't stop updating this blog. What's become of me?
I am freaked out by what's happening to Arafat, they've got him trapped like a...Ara-rat in his compound. What is going to happen? What will happen here at home?
In domestic news, I just had a second interview for that civil service job I told you about a few weeks back. I think it went OK--I wish I could act a wee bit more professional when I need to, but I think I exude "excited young college graduate" on job interviews, even as I am old enough to have a college student offspring of my own (I mean, technically if not realistically).
The other person they're interviewing for the job was also in the waiting room--she'd come at the wrong time. So I got to see the competition up close. She had glasses, looked to be in her late 20s, and wasn't wearing a suit. I dorkily said, "Good luck!" to her twice, once before my interview and once after, and it disturbs me to think that I am such a social goofball. I did, sincerely, want to wish her luck, but I also wanted everyone else to hear me say it to illustrate what a Good Sport and Team Player I am. Ugh.
There was something else I was going to say, yet I forgetski.
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