Memoirs Of J

Right – so I’ve been very bad about updating but the thing is I have no time. My interview went well, I thought. It’s hard to say though. I know they were interviewing three others and I have no idea who they are or what they bring to the table. We shall see… it’s been a week but this whole process seems to take eons at this company so I’m hoping to find out either way this week. Hopefully… I have tomorrow off (my bday gift to myself) but may just have to check my work voice mail to see if they’ve called.
I guess whatever happens, I’ll be fine with it. I’ll likely take it if offered the spot, barring anything like reduced pay or something. But if I don’t get it that’s fine too. Something else will come along…

In other news, I got an MRI last week. It was – weird. I’m just hoping that when the doctor gets my print outs everything will be normal. I’m somewhat assuming my headaches are stress related, but you never know.

One thing I’ve always have a very strong aversion to is having unclean  hands, particularly hands that have just touched food so may be greasy.  Not only am I totally obsessed and OCD about washing my hands immediately – and I do mean immediately – after eating, I have this weird, irrational fear of someone touching me that has recently touched food.

So… you can only imagine that this phenomenon is probably, for me,  the hardest part of being a parent of a young child.  I am constantly following the tot around with wet wipes in hopes that I can prevent food slime from being spread everywhere (especially on me).  It makes me cringe when I let her eat something even slightly greasy – chips, fries?  Oh my god…  Today I took her to Wendy’s for lunch after a long morning  at the mall.  Yeah, fast food is horrible, I know, but she was very hungry and melting down so I needed to grab something quickly.  She got chicken nuggets and a few fries.  I was prepared for the sheen of grease on her hands, of course, but when she grabbed a pile of fries in her little fist and squeezed tightly?  I was not prepared for that.  I think it was actually dripping and she reached out to touch me – on the face!  I couldn’t throw napkins at her fast enough!  I encouraged her to eat faster because I was dying to get her to the restroom so I could scrub her with soap up to her elbows.

And people wonder why I tend to take a massive stack of napkins whenever I eat out…

So yesterday I got a phone call from the hiring manager of that position I applied for over a month ago. They chose me for an interview, along with three others! It’s next Friday morning, first thing in the morning. I haven’t had to interview in ages since I was kind of recruited into my current position, but at least I have time to prepare. So we’ll see how it goes. If I do get an offer, it will be a tough decision to make. I have a really awesome supervisor and team now so it would be hard to leave them, but on the other hand … new opportunities. Oh, and I suppose the impending outsourcing has to do something to do with it (even though they say we are all safe). From my point of view…better to be safe than sorry.

At any rate, I plan on a shopping trip tomorrow to get a new outfit. 🙂

No idea why I was thinking  of this today, but I used to love these things:

Nugget toys from 80's happy meals

And especially these (to eat, not to play with):

90's chicken tenders from BK!

I’m hungry at the moment.  I don’t know what it was about the old chicken tenders from BK that I adored so much.  Could it be that woven basket, comforting appearance of the package?  Or maybe it was just that they were loaded with salt and grease and shit loads of chemicals, possibly plastics and other things that have since been  (hopefully) banned from foods.  Hmm…

Today I was reminiscing with my old supervisor about this horrible woman who started and aggressively spread all over the office a rumor that I was gay with my best friend who also worked there.  Ah, lovely.  Reason it came up is the woman had emailed me recently for something work  related and I mentioned it to N, then that snowballed into how terrible of a person this lady was (is, I should say).  I thought the rumor was pretty hilarious at that time because a) not only was it untrue, it was demonstrably false without question, and b) why would it matter if I was.  I mean if it were true I would have admitted it without any problem yet all these shallow, petty people were scurrying around, eagerly flapping their slack jaws like it was some earth-shattering revelation – a potentially GAY person!  Like, oh my god Becky!

I don’t understand the immaturity of people.  These were all adults.  I was young, early 20’s at the time, but these people were for the most part several years older.  I don’t get it.   Had it occurred to me at the time, I would have come up with a hilarious and elaborate ruse, “proving” my “homosexuality.”  I would have had a great laugh regarding their complete and utter idiocy for falling for such obviously false nonsense.