Random Snapshots, Me on July 31st, 2007
Like Odysseus, A Day Of Twists And Turns
I.
I almost overslept for my interview at the Credit Union today. My body was perfectly willing to override my brain and shackle me to sleepland. Fortunately, a friend sent a text message at the perfect time to stir me back into action.
The day was full of those sorts of odd twists to keep me on the correct course. Just on arrival at the Credit Union, before I saw anyone, I ducked into the restroom on a whim, where I discovered that apparently the zipper on my pants was not fully zipped. The fact that it must have been like that on the morning bus ride was less alarming than the prospect of what that would have done to the interview. Still, thank goodness for black boxers beneath black slacks with that little flap over the zipper.
After the interview, I spontaneously decided on brunch at a 24 hour diner. As I was walking up to the door, I thought how neat it would be to have a newspaper to read, but was disappointed to realize that I didn't have any change for the vending machine with me. As I neared, though, I glanced in the coin return slot, and lo and behold, there were two quarters just sitting there. It was beginning to feel a little eerie at that point.
I tell you, if I wasn't a confirmed agnostic, I'd be feeling a bit protected and loved today.
(And just now I got a call from the temp agency lining up a week of work for me for next week, after I've settled in the new place, which is great, because if I get the Credit Union job, it wouldn't start until the end of next week anyway.)
II.
The interview went well. I saw both of the people I talked with last time, and they were both very friendly and happy to see me, and the call center manager I interviewed with today was a very nice lady and we got along famously. Seriously. Famously. You can read about it in the New Yorker next week.
Glenn, the VP whom I originally spoke with about the position, apologized to me for the length of the process, since there have been a couple of different positions I've been interviewing for. With a still relatively small business, current employees often go after positions that show up, which requires juggling of applications and whatnot. I'm going to take that conversation, Glenn and Michelle's enthusiasm for seeing me, and the fact they brought be back for a different position to be a good sign.
A full-time job in San Francisco that I could believe in and pursue passionately: that would be outstanding.
III.
Bed-shopping is trickier than one might think.
I have decided that as I am starting a new life in San Francisco, it is time for something a little more sophisticated than the usual scavenged bed from the streets or a hand-me-down. But I didn't realize the different factors to consider: price, type of mattress, price, type of frame, and last but not least, price.
The thing is, a good bed could be quite expensive, and I need to consider how much I should invest in a bed right now.
Within the next ten years or so (or possibly less, but let's not apply undue pressure), I could quite conceivably be looking at living with a romantic partner, and it seems to me that such an arrangement might require an entirely new bed to meet the requirements of both parties.
So decisions, decisions, all the time decisions. I do know I want something decent-looking, with slats or posts in the headboard. But wood or metal? And what price-point? Any advice out there from experienced bed-buyers?
I.
I almost overslept for my interview at the Credit Union today. My body was perfectly willing to override my brain and shackle me to sleepland. Fortunately, a friend sent a text message at the perfect time to stir me back into action.
The day was full of those sorts of odd twists to keep me on the correct course. Just on arrival at the Credit Union, before I saw anyone, I ducked into the restroom on a whim, where I discovered that apparently the zipper on my pants was not fully zipped. The fact that it must have been like that on the morning bus ride was less alarming than the prospect of what that would have done to the interview. Still, thank goodness for black boxers beneath black slacks with that little flap over the zipper.
After the interview, I spontaneously decided on brunch at a 24 hour diner. As I was walking up to the door, I thought how neat it would be to have a newspaper to read, but was disappointed to realize that I didn't have any change for the vending machine with me. As I neared, though, I glanced in the coin return slot, and lo and behold, there were two quarters just sitting there. It was beginning to feel a little eerie at that point.
I tell you, if I wasn't a confirmed agnostic, I'd be feeling a bit protected and loved today.
(And just now I got a call from the temp agency lining up a week of work for me for next week, after I've settled in the new place, which is great, because if I get the Credit Union job, it wouldn't start until the end of next week anyway.)
II.
The interview went well. I saw both of the people I talked with last time, and they were both very friendly and happy to see me, and the call center manager I interviewed with today was a very nice lady and we got along famously. Seriously. Famously. You can read about it in the New Yorker next week.
Glenn, the VP whom I originally spoke with about the position, apologized to me for the length of the process, since there have been a couple of different positions I've been interviewing for. With a still relatively small business, current employees often go after positions that show up, which requires juggling of applications and whatnot. I'm going to take that conversation, Glenn and Michelle's enthusiasm for seeing me, and the fact they brought be back for a different position to be a good sign.
A full-time job in San Francisco that I could believe in and pursue passionately: that would be outstanding.
III.
Bed-shopping is trickier than one might think.
I have decided that as I am starting a new life in San Francisco, it is time for something a little more sophisticated than the usual scavenged bed from the streets or a hand-me-down. But I didn't realize the different factors to consider: price, type of mattress, price, type of frame, and last but not least, price.
The thing is, a good bed could be quite expensive, and I need to consider how much I should invest in a bed right now.
Within the next ten years or so (or possibly less, but let's not apply undue pressure), I could quite conceivably be looking at living with a romantic partner, and it seems to me that such an arrangement might require an entirely new bed to meet the requirements of both parties.
So decisions, decisions, all the time decisions. I do know I want something decent-looking, with slats or posts in the headboard. But wood or metal? And what price-point? Any advice out there from experienced bed-buyers?
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