… is mine, isn’t it?
New Job: I officially said “Thanks but no thanks” to them. When I spoke with her on Thursday about the 2nd interview on Sunday, I got a wonky vibe that I cannot explain. And every bone in my body said NO NO NO. Right then, I decided that I could not take this job. She laid down quite a few restrictions (wear this, say that, do this, blah blah blah) and I knew in an instant that I wouldn’t be happy in that kind of environment. I cited the money issue in an email to her and of course she came back with a couple thousand more saying she really liked me and thought I would be right for this job. JD said that’s what I get for not being truthful initially to her (about the 98 other reasons why I didn’t want to take the job) and he’s right, dammit. I called her back on Saturday and said that I realized that I am much more comfortable in a casual environment and that was a big factor in my decision to decline the offer. She was very nice and professional about it and we parted on good terms. Making that decision felt right to me. I know that when the right position comes along, I won’t have such hesitations. Y’all may laugh at me and my “wonky vibes” but I have found that when I don’t follow them, I regret it.
Caps trade Jagr to the Rangers: Snapper posted his feelings on it here and like him, I was disappointed at the beginning of the big teardown of the team. I’ve only been a fan for 3 years (and a die-hard one for this last year) but it still is a sad time for all Caps fans. Jagr had to go. It was a business deal, pure and simple. All professional sports are businesses first and this time it was very clear. And unfortunately, there’s more to come. Bondra, Olie, and Lang are some of our best players and that makes them fair game for other teams looking to finish out the season on a high note.
Snow – BLEAH. I think my feelings are well known on this topic.
Update: I found a Starbucks that still has the gingerbread syrup so I can still get my fix. YUMMMMMBY!
Animal rights activists come marching to your doorstep. . . (poor little tiger)
The universe was clearly speaking to you.