Poo.

Well, the the first interview, I totally bombed. I guess I hadn't prepared for it like I should have. Regardless of what the interviewees said, I know I bombed it.

The second interview, I rocked. I really and truly brought my STARs to the table and delivered them with style.

The following day, I spent the morning traveling back home, so once I landed, I had a message from the decision maker. And guess what, I didn't get the job. You know, it happens. I could get all bitter and say things about my competition, but she is actually a delightful person. He was grooming her for this position and he selected her. The end.

I am definitely very qualified for this job and will eventually post for it next year; however, it just wasn't in the cards for me to get this one.

It was located in San Francisco, CA, which is one of the most expensive cities in the country. I'm not looking to throw my money away on rent in a tiny apartment.

So, what did I do instead? I signed a lease yesterday on a fantastic over-priced studio condo here in New Orleans. It is still 1/2 the price of what I would have paid in SF. I move in next Friday evening and I am truly psyched about it. The owners are leaving their furniture in it for me to use, so now I don't have to go to San Antonio to retreive it. And they have REALLY, REALLY nice taste!

It has a pool and is one block away from the Audubon Park/Zoo, so I really have no reason to get my "walk on" when I'm in town.

Everything definitely happens for a reason. I am quite pleased with my life. Keep it coming.

Interviewing for Dummies

Isn't is strange that no matter how confident we are in how good we are, we find ourselves completely frazzled and full of nerves when awaiting an interview. Today, my stomach was in knots, the kind you get when you get your heart broken...and for what? It turned out to be "just a conversation", instead of an actual interview. So, after the "convo", I feel much better in knowing that I will be in this same predicament tomorrow at 2:30 pm PST.

Okay, time to go prepare. Way to spring a last minute interview on me, Man!

Inception, the Movie

It is amazing to me how we find it AMAZING that whenever we see a movie, we are able to completely relate to what happened. For example, the movie Inception...my new spoogie, one of my girlfriends, and I went to Elmwood to see it on an IMAX screen - excellent choice, by the way. The visual effects were awesome, so unrealistic, but you feel like, "it could happen" while you are engrossed in the flick. Anyway, the movie is about people being in a dream, that go into a dream, that then go into a dream - so, it is a 3 layer dream, I know! I know! WTH? In the middle of the movie, I leaned over to my spoogie, let's call him Stanley with a C, and said, "I don't know what the hell this movie is about." He politely said, "I don't think we are supposed to."

After the movie, though, the three of us spent about 3 additional hours together and every chance we got, we mentioned the key words from the movie. "We need a KICK." "Are we Dreaming?" "Spin the top." We giggled, mostly because event though we didn't understand the movie as it was unfolding, once it was over, it seemed to be crystal clear.

Back at the ranch, Stanley and I had a heavier conversation...you know, the kind you have at your 6-month point? Well, we'd been "hanging out" for exactly 7 days - hence, the heavy conversation. He was going on about how, like in Inception, we'd done so much together in just 7 days...in the movie, what was 3 seconds in a dream, is actually a day in real life (numbers are definitely off, but you get the picture). So, I guess what he was saying is that even though it was only 7 days, it felt like 3 months had passed - in a good way, of course (making it still way too early for these conversations). We kept relating it back to the movie, the unrealistic, way-out-there visual effects, and all, it all made sense to us...somehow.