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April 4, 2000 |
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I had an interview at 10am this morning. I'm sure many people were pretty
amused that I was the first in the interview schedule. "Doesn't Frank
turn to dust in the mornings?" Not only did I have the interview to
deal with, but I also had to clean up my office a bit. Not that I'm
worried about offending the candidate, because I really couldn't really
care less if the candidate thought that I'm a slob, but in the case of my
office, there wasn't even a viable place to
sit and certainly no easy means to reach the whiteboard.
I had to clean the office.
I arrived at work around 8am or so, knowing that should really give me
plenty of time to at least make room in my office for this candidate. I
print out a copy of his resumé and start to clean my office some.
As I'm getting the resumé off the printer, I run into Rick. We chat for a little while, I walk back
to his office and show him my new acquisition… my nipple ring. He winces.
He shows me pictures of some of the things he is having done to his house,
and it'll look pretty cool when they're finally finished.
I wander back to my office, in plenty of time for the interview. Did I
mention that I hate interviewing? I look
over the resumé, mentally prepare for the interview. The candidate
shows up a little early; I invite him into my office and we start to chat.
I could tell you more about how the interview went, but I don't think that
would be very professional. I did spend the hour with him and escorted him
to our lobby, I looked up the next interviewer and let him know where the
candidate was and some of the things that I noticed during the interview.
I then went back to my office and wrote up my interview feedback with my
recommendation.
Note: I still haven't had any sleep since Sunday night. I'm running on
vapors. Jim asks me if I'm going home
immediatelly to catch some winks or if I had time to do lunch with him. He
went to run some errands and we grabbed lunch together. Arby's was
moderately busy, but it was a good lunch. We looked over some catalogs
during lunch and talked about some of the newer things that were coming out
in Anime and cartoons. I think he's more into it than I am, but I there
are times when it arouses my curiosity.
I went back home and got a few hours of sleep. I called up Pam and chatted with her for a few minutes while my mind was
winding down. I set the alarm for 6:30pm or so, since I didn't want to get
a full sleep, not just yet. I needed to get back to a human-like schedule.
And no, I won't turn to dust… …smartass! Maybe singe a
little without the shades though.
Zzz… Zzzz…It's amazing. Whenever I tell myself that I need to get sleep I can't seem to get enough. I woke after getting only about three hours of sleep, and my body refused to sleep any longer. Maybe it's simply telling me that I've been messing with it enough and it's boycotting me or something. I have visions of my body parts walking a picket line demanding better hours and more benefits. As you might imagine, I'm ignoring them. If you saw pictures of your body parts walking a picket fence you would reason with them?! However, I should consider slowing things down a least a tad so that I'm not walking around like a zombie. I know how much that would amuse many of you.
I got back to work at about 6pm or so. Flex time is simply wonderful. I continued working for a while. I also talked to my friend Lisa (no, not this Lisa), who I forgot to call on Sunday. We chatted for a while. I feel for her, she's is going through a bit of a rough time. I talked about Pam and the fact that she said, "I love you" and all of the little gears churning in my head about that. You know, what friends typically talk about. I also told her about my nipple piercing. Her response? "That is just so wrong!" I cannot make this up.
I did take a break for my workout. I tried to get Dan to come along for the run and weights but he had done his run earlier today… in the rain I might add (and people call me nuts?!). I found that doing three consecutive days of cardio really doesn't agree with me, particularly if the last day happens to be intervals, which already suck, but today it was an entirely new level and vigor of dislike. At least I averaged my 5.0 miles.
I then grabbed a quick dinner and went back to work. I went to Subway for dinner and picked up my normal roast beef sub with baked chips. Yes, I pick up the Subway stamps too. Originally, I collected them because friends of mine seem to collect them and I figured that I would simply hand it to them. Now, I just keep them and put them in the ashtray of my car, where I also keep the change. I don't know why I do this really, but I do. I also tip the person who makes my sandwich. I made my living as a waiter for years, I know how nice it feels to get a nice tip, so whenever I can I tip people. Tuesday also happens to be double stamp day. Woo Hoo!! It's a bit strange, I think I have enough stamps for about two or three subs, yet I continue to pay for my food. Or is this simply too much thought to be putting into going to the local Subway?
Thank goodness they're open so late; this one opens until midnight. That's probably very high in my list for restaurants (or any establishment for that matter), closing hours. That's probably one of the reasons why I continue going to Hooters too. Yes, I really do like the wings… Yes, I like watching the baseball scores cycle through the bottom of the screen while I watch the occasional highlights… And, admittedly I don't have any qualms about beautiful women walking around in small outfits serving my food… however, one of the biggest pluses (man, "pluses" just doesn't look right, but I did look it up…) about Hooters is that they close at midnight or 1am. I'm often up that late.
As for going back to work, nothing exciting here, didn't stay very long since I really am trying to keep reasonable hours. That interview really threw me for a loop. I hate mornings!
April 4, 2000