Thursday, August 20, 2009

Seems to be something missing...

Can't quite put my finger on it...wait, I think I know what it is...I don't have to try to find a job today! I mean, I didn't spend every waking minute trying before, but I did spend quite a bit. So now I am a little freer, as I don't have to worry that someone might be calling with yet another 5 minute phone interview. (Seriously, what are those all about? There's no way anyone could get the sense of anyone else in 5 minutes.) I did have one company have me submit a resume, fill out an application, submit that EOE questionnaire, call twice for phone interviews, then come in for a face-to-face interview (and fill out a second application.) I am still waiting to hear from them what the next step is. Probably put my resume in, take my expectations out, put my references in, and shake it all about... "You do the job search pokey and you turn yourself around...that's what it's all about!" Sorry, couldn't resist. If I was applying to be the nanny of the First Children, I can't imagine it would be so hard.

Gonzo the ever-vigilant guard puppy:

It is Gonzo's self appointed duty to keep intruders at bay, whether it be my parents, friends, or any company for that matter, but especially the mail lady. I have a theory why our boy barks at the mail lady through the door. I think he hears her open the screen door to put the mail inside, and she walks away. But that's not how he interprets what happens.
See, to our boy, he hears threat approach. Threat tries to break down the door with all its might (by opening the screen door). Gonzo yells at threat," Hey! Hey! Whattda think you're doing? Get away from the door! I told you yesterday, you're not getting in!" Threat is so intimidated by this impressive display that threat slinks off, to try its luck elsewhere. (Or continue delivering the mail.) Gonzo makes a mental note that barking at threats make them go away. Whoofing a few times quietly to himself is his way of saying," That's right, and stay away!" Then he saunters over to me, stretching out his legs, and I imagine he's saying," It's all right, little lady, they won't be back a-bothering you any time soon." (Sometimes our boy channels John Wayne.) Of course, he's probably thinking,"Hey, is there any chance I could get a treat for that?"

Good boy, Gonzo. Save me from the credit card bills.

More to come, so come back if you're interested.

1 comment:

  1. Now that you've got a job this should totally be a Gonzo story blog! I love that every post ends with "Good boy Gonzo."