THE FIRST INTERVIEW!

You never really know and one never wants to count chickens before they are egss (I am unable to remember how that saying goes) but the interview seemed to go REALLY well!!! The vibe of the office was really positive and cool. Jesus! I sound like a hippie! But it was. And, it was a one-on-one interview with the chief officer/partner/founder of the firm. It lasted just a few minutes shy of 2 hours. So, I think it was a good interview. At the conclusion I was told that there had been a total of 70 resumes received. He had scaled those down to 10 and had one more candidate to meet. He would then be scaling down to 2 candidates and have one more round of intereviews. As he shook my hand he told me that he anticipated that I would be one of the two! ???? I sure hope so as none of the firms to which I applied last week contacted me today. Oi! Fingers crossed, channeling all sorts of positive energy and keeping it upbeat!

My "gamble" with what I wore paid off. I opted for a simple pair of Gap non-pleated pants (black) with my floral print DKNY button down shirt (brown-ish) with my vintage casual sport coat. I was worried that the whole suit and tie approach might be off for this type of firm and my suit is really way too big for me anyway. When I walked off the elevator I realized that "my look" or costume for the day, perfectly matched the style of the office. ...which was quite cool.

Now, I am home. I'm listening to that NY band, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah --

whom I quite like. And, I am drinking a nice, hot and strong cup of green tea. I opted to not use my "lucky" Mickey Rourke tea cup and have moved to the new GIANT cup (Thank you, Milford!!!) I think it might be more lucky than Mickey Rourke --- and I am just unwinding with my little gargoyle watching over moi.


My visit to the doctor went fine. Tho, I was unable to convince him to give me an anti-biotic. He says that all looks good and that I should feel back to normal within a week or so and to just not "over do" -- whatever that means! Still think an anti-biotic would help! But, so it goes. On the plus, he asked me if I had been working out! I told him that if one counts walking around San Francisco and a few push-up's/sit-up's here and there, then yes --- I could be considered a total gym bunny. But, he told me that my fat index (or something like that) is 18, my heart rate and blood pressure are "perfect" and that he is quite happy with my weight -- 155lbs. Does anyone understand fat/muscle index? What does it mean? I asked but my doctor is this hyper New Age kind of guy who skips from one topic to the next quicker than I can follow. But, I think it cool that he has such long hair.

He preached about the need for me to take up yoga. blah, blah, blah. I can't do yoga. I get the giggles too easily if someone passes wind and if asked to concentrate on my breathing I seem to forget how and start to pass out and have a panic attack. Anyway, I think it was a good doctor visit. Let's hope I get insurance again really soon! At 39, I need it!!!

Last night I was a bit wired and worried so I wanted to laugh. I was going to watch my old standby's --- AbFab or Strangers With Candy, but instead decided to sit back and watch series one of GIMME GIMME GIMME. ...And, while I know they rip a lot off from Jennifer Saunders, I really enjoy it. The US has never produced anything this gay! And, one has to love Kathy Burke! I can't decide if her character is retarded or not, but I really enjoy her! It takes guts to play that part! And her co-star is great! I don't know his name, tho.

BBC America tried showing this for a while, but they cut so much out -- it didn't always make sense. Too bad. Hey, Aaron and Tim --- was this show popular in the UK? I have 3 series on DVD so I guess it must have been a sort of hit.

Oh! My pal, Milford, introduced me to the sub-culture of IKEA yesterday. It was quite interesting! Tho, Milford's eyes glazed over a lot whenever we passed anything related to kitchen "stuffs" ---- I got a kick ass GIANT tea mug for really cheap (see picture above!) and an odd pair of "house shoes" (shut up! they're comfortable and I look sexy in them!) ...but it was so odd to see so many people obsessed with lower end Sweedish desgined furnishings. ...Including my dear Milford. But it was cute to see him get so happy and giddy over the sleek designs.

It was fun! We ate at the IKEA cafe -- everything was quite little and cute. However, after we ate I was probably ready to say farewell to IKEA, but Milford was not. So, he took me on the rest of the tour which lead down to a basement full of cheap stuff. I swear people were in some sort of heaven. I was bored and began to imagine a movie where an IKEA sales girl might dance about singing 80's pop songs and an IKEA boy shopper would sing back to her via punk songs of the late 70's. You know, a sort of MOULIN ROUGE gone all Sweedish and capitalistic! Not very original, but it killed time while Milford studied the odd assortment of light fixtures and plates.

Oh, and they even have a place for one to leave his/her kids to play and be watched while one shops. It was funny because you sort of "check" your kids like you would a coat at a club. IKEA Child Check, please!

By they way, I bet anything that I lost my way cool cell phone when I checked my jacket at TrannyShack at The Stud a couple of weeks ago! That hit me while at IKEA! I tried calling The Stud today, but with no luck. Sigh.