I finally had my interview. I think it went well, but only time will tell whether or not my particular skill set matches what the team lead will want. I’ll know before Monday.
My ebay order did indeed ship the next business day, but nobody emailed me to tell me that. I still don’t have a tracking number. Hopefully it’s not held up at Customs too long. I promise it’s just a battery – not a bomb.
It’s official, I totally busted through my plateau. So of course I had McDonald’s for lunch.
I’m going to pick up my new bed tonight – and hopefully get it home and assembled without missing too much of the Vancouver blogger meetup. You’re going aren’t you? Ironically, I’ll only get to sleep in the ï¿½berbed* one night before spending the weekend at Sue’s, spooning with her cats.
I don’t think soy milk is meant to be out all day. I put it in my coffee this morning, and just poured the last of the lukewarm dregs out of the thermos now. My coffee bears a striking visual and textural resemblance to miso soup. Of course, I’m drinking it anyway.
*term inspired by heather