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relaxed I had the FedEx Rejection Story written up in a journal post that was wiped out when I turned off the computer. Here it is, in a nutshell:
- Dad brought letter in when coming over to go lunch (picked up my mail as he walked in).
- I figured out-loud it was a rejection.
- Dad said 'you never know.' (Dad's an uber-executive for a $170M company; he knows exactly how the game is played).
- I open letter, glance at it, and 'read' it aloud as I walk back to my bedroom ro put on a shirt: 'Dear Mr. Stoll: you're horrible over-qualified for our job. Really, we should offer you oral sex in addition to a job. But we're afraid you'll get bored and leave, so all you get is this letter. Love, FedEx.'
- Dad sinks into my recliner and laughs.
Enough of that saga. Either I'm not quite the liar I think I am (no: that can't be it), or I'm right in my interpretation. Either way, I have resumes to submit, and planning to do.
Work is work is work. Everybody is moving around and shuffling bosses and somewhat panic-y. Been a long time since I saw a crowd so resistant to change. 'course, I get edgy when we go to the same bar more than two, three weeks in a row, so I may be a bad data point.
Laundry and dishes and dinner and a drink or two shall wind up my semi-weekend. I have traded continuity here to go to a wedding on Saturday. The bride is a btich and the marriage is doomed, but the bar is open and I look damned fine in a suit. Sacrifices must be made.
Anonymous to Dr. Minneapolis:Stella, dear, give me a call. If'n I dont grab you first. I have Oct 14-15 secured to come visit Glorious Minnesota (I'll get the 13th off as well), so I need to make sure y'all still have that weekend open, and vacancy available at ATC. I also have an Excellent Plan for Friday night. And when have I ever led you astray?
*shifty eyes*
September 6 2005, 17:29:48 UTC 6 years ago
Oh, the laughter. The sardonic, sardonic laughter. ;)
Sorry to hear you didn't at least get a conciliatory blowjob from the FedEx bastids, though. I mean, really, the least they could do...
(Do we get photos of you in your suit? I was explaining to a fellow, recently, how suit jackets have been designed and refined over multiple decades to make the already-pleasing male form an even more delightful thing.)
September 6 2005, 17:49:37 UTC 6 years ago
Which reminds me, for whatever odd fucking reason. Have you some noodle recipes you can share with me, Oh Mighty Goddess of Improv Foriegn-Like Cooking?
September 6 2005, 18:29:40 UTC 6 years ago
Perhaps I have the wrong number?
Nice message on the answering machine, by the way. Darned near peed my pants.
September 7 2005, 07:13:09 UTC 6 years ago
And.
She above has a thing involving udon and sesame seeds, but I'm not expounding further until she actually writes it herself. (I've been known to stir-fry spaghetti noodles, but I'm unsure if you want me to go further in that direction. I find it delicious, for what that's worth, but I've been known to type in a funny accent too.)And if it's motivation, I have pics of me in a suit. You may have surely seen them already; failing that, I'll threaten (to/not to) show these pictures according to which is the worst threat.