Today also happened to be the whole reason I moved down so early: a job opportunity. My interview for the Teaching Assistant (TA) position occurred at 12:30pm and I feel good about how it went. I think it will be an amazing opportunity for me if I get it. But first, I had to pick an outfit. And as usual, I picked the wrong one for the weather. I thought I'd be safe with one of my pant suits but figured since it's after Labor Day and I won't have many chances to wear it, I took my white Nine West suit out of its garment bag and hung it up to admire. With its nautical themed buttons, short jacket, high-waist pants, and all around form fit, I thought it looked pretty good. Plus white on a rainy day, a nice distraction, a way to stand out. And it wasn't even raining when I was getting dressed. So I put on a little make-up and the suit and pulled my hair up into a twist (man, I can't wait to cut it off). I grabbed my trusty Bentley Alumni resume book (it's actually a leather padfolio but I like my term better) and headed out the door with full confidence in swing.My GPS came in handy once again and helped to arrive safely to campus with 15 minutes to spare. Luckily, my aunt told me which parking garage to leave my car in that would be closest to the McKeldin Library, where my interview was being held. I parked and paid for an hour, nearly losing my receipt to an angry gust of wind and being able to punch in my cell phone number to be notified when I had 10 minutes left on my parking meter, and walked in a light rain to the correct building. Thankful that there were signs. I managed to get in and find the office with no issue. The three women I met with were very polite and informal. I felt vastly overdressed, a feeling that I am used to after attending Bentley. (A huge thank you to everyone at Bentley who insisted on formal dress for presentations, dress for the part you want, business is about perception and being perceived in the best light for a first impression is key.) Anyway, we sat at a table, they took turns asking me questions, mostly about what interested me in the job and what I would do in certain situations. Then as I asked them a few things in return our conversation turned even more informal until we were discussing our backgrounds and what Vegas was like at various times of the year. Connecting with people is my strong suit and I think I nailed that in this interview.
I headed back home and started making a mental checklist of things I need to accomplish before we paint my bedroom on Saturday. Oh yes, pick up the kids, make lemon poppyseed muffins since apparently my cousins have been deprived and never had them, finish my laundry, move out all my boxes of books. That's all I can think of so far. The next few days will certainly be an extra dose of adventure. I wonder what happens when you put a 13 year old, a 10 year old, and a 25 year old in a room with 3 gallons of paint...
In other news, for all my cat fanatics (Alli, you may want to skip this), here are some pics of my new friend, Ripken. He was supposed to be my aunt's cat but has gotten incredibly addicted to my cousin, Amy. He is pretty anti-social towards me, except when there is no one else around and he wants to be pet or let out. He is actually kind of a pain in my butt. He gets what my cousins' lovingly refer to as "tail junk" which means that because he is a medium furred cat, he has a fluffy tail, and he is an outdoor cat, hence his fluffy tail attracts things such as leaves, maple tree helicopters, burrs, twigs, etc. Oh and it's tick season. Good thing he is too afraid of me to come in my room much, I hope he stays away for a little while. Although I did catch him on my bookshelf last night. Not impressed. It's a really good thing he is a cute. He was waiting outside the bathroom for me this morning, purring and wanting love.What I'm Reading: A Tale of Two Centuries by Rachel Harris
Progress: About halfway
Reaction so far: Not quite as interesting as the first book so far. Alessandra learning today's world is far less engaging to me than Cat learning 15th century Florence. Great characters and solid plot, enough to keep me entertained by not fully tuned in.
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