My interview and my flight
My interview was brief. The company is located in Gretna, on the West Bank. It's actually not a lot farther from home than the CBD, and the location is just cute as can be, in a lovely building. They have interviewed many people who want to do just one of the three things they need done. I can do all three of those things. They will make a decision by Friday. I'm not holding my breath.
The job was originally advertised as part-time or full-time, but was described as full-time. I didn't want to give the impression that I'm not interested in full-time work, so I did not ask what had happened to the part-time option.
My flight from Gulfport to Atlanta, on a propeller plane, was longer than my flight from Atlanta to Columbus, which was not on a propeller plane. It was also much louder.
I had an aisle seat on the Columbus leg. Before the plane took off, every time somebody walked back toward my section, I closed my eyes and chanted silently "please don't be in the middle seat, please don't be in the middle seat." I chatted briefly with a pleasant young man sitting by the window, explaining to him my methodology for keeping the middle seat empty. He joined me, and our combined psychic energy influenced the seating gods in our favor.
The job was originally advertised as part-time or full-time, but was described as full-time. I didn't want to give the impression that I'm not interested in full-time work, so I did not ask what had happened to the part-time option.
My flight from Gulfport to Atlanta, on a propeller plane, was longer than my flight from Atlanta to Columbus, which was not on a propeller plane. It was also much louder.
I had an aisle seat on the Columbus leg. Before the plane took off, every time somebody walked back toward my section, I closed my eyes and chanted silently "please don't be in the middle seat, please don't be in the middle seat." I chatted briefly with a pleasant young man sitting by the window, explaining to him my methodology for keeping the middle seat empty. He joined me, and our combined psychic energy influenced the seating gods in our favor.
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Oh, so THAT's it. Every time I get on an airplane I get all these bad vibes, and it must be the chant, "please don't sit next to me, please don't sit next to me." I can't understand why they wouldn't want ME to sit next to them, because obviously I'm a good person who only wants to share the gospel with them, as evidence by my conspicuously displayed Book of Mormon that I strap to my chest. :)
I am the new Jack Handy Deep Thoughts ghost writer, and now it is time for another deep thought
Planes are fun, they go up and then they come down and if you are lucky you manage not to be under them when they come down.
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