Just You and Me Punk Rock Girl
So, the job interview for the Copywriting position went swimmingly. Better than swimmingly actually. This is it folks, forget the other thing this is The Really Perfect Job. Or, at the very least, the Best Possible Scenario Given the Current Circumstances Job.
Let’s see, where do I start? Okay, how about with the fact that part of my job would include researching and writing copy on video games (!!!) and toys (!!!) and computers (!!!) — also vacuum cleaners, refrigerators, power tools, and other things that might be less exciting but which, nevertheless, provide good finger exercises for the writer Knittiot. Oh, yeah, then there was the emphasis on a casual work environment, which means — we work hard, but we get to wear jeans and feel comfortable while we are doing so. The company, it sounds like, is growing leaps and bounds — almost to the point that they can’t handle the growth, which is why they are planning on doubling their staff by the end of the year! Also, I can’t tell you what a foreign experience it was to walk into someone’s office and be treated like a professional and a human being with capabilities, value and potential. I’m just glad I didn’t start crying in her office. Or fall to the floor at the end of the interview and grab onto her leg and beg her to let me stay there.
She sent me a couple sample products to do my own little write ups on as part of the interview process. Yesterday and today I spent quite a bit of time working them over and I’m ready to send them off. Then, it’s all over but the waiting. I think they are pretty eager to move ahead so I should be hearing soon. And won’t it be nice around here when I’m not spending all my time whining/obsessing about my job?
Also, yesterday:
Beth (who is, by the way, one of the worst enabler/yarn pushers around) talked me into heading out on an “innocent” little road trip to one of the better yarn stores in the area. Finally realizing there was no point in fighting it, I caved in and bought some plain wool roving. It smells so yummy I want to sleep with it (am I the only insane one who thinks that wool smells like heaven?). The plan is to dye it, spin it to a lace weight, and knit it into some sort of shawl of my own design (not necessarily in that order).
I’m having a deliciously lazy Sunday; it is well past noon and I’m still in my pajamas. My thoughts are swimming casually around my head like goldfish. I’m feeling light hearted and JuK is on shuffle. Right now The Dead Milkmen are singing Punk Rock Girl and I’m thinking that a little drive with my honey might be exactly the kind of relaxing activity the afternoon is calling for.
It’s good to see a little hope on the horizon.
May 15th, 2005 at 9:36 pm
You spin too? I’m in such trouble. I was hoping there’d be someone sensible like you to talk me out of an Ashford Joy, but (a) you’re not and (b) you think wool smells heavenly and (c) how can one resist a wheel that is not only called Joy but is specifically designed so you can be a couch potato at the very same time that you are producing said lace-weight?
There is no hope for me whatsoever. I smell the roving a thousand miles away.