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Wednesday, May 21st, 2008 | Author:

I hate when doors are propped. Hate it, hate it. Not so much doors to people rooms, which I actually like, but doors to the outside. The only form of security we have in our buildings is locked doors.

Anyway, yesterday there was a flipflop propping open a side door to the building. Well… that pretty pink flipflop is now in the dumpster.

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Thursday, April 17th, 2008 | Author:

So….how much marketing money has that seemingly ridiculous “Sarah Marshall” movie spent. Seems like every other billboard and every other commercial – and it looks… well… dumb. I guess that’s $10.00 I don’t have to spend at the movie theater.

I’d forgotten the stress of a job search. I should go back to my posts from spring of 2002 and 2004 and see how I was feeling then. I’m sure it’s much of the same. This search is just harder because ideally I would like some advancement, but I’m also trying to balance figuring out if I’ll relocate, or stay here, and what salary I’m willing to take. Oh… and if I’m willing to do another live on position. And will they let the cats live with me? And what are the benefits, etc? Ugh.

Scrabulous is broken today. It’s very sad.

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Wednesday, April 09th, 2008 | Author:

And thus job seaching has begun in earnest. I’m feeling encouraged that my resume is garnering some interest for phone interviews, but remembering how tragically bad I am at conducting those phone interviews once they are offered. Sometimes they just spiral out of control.. and when you start giving an answer that you wish you hadn’t, it’s very difficult to back peddle – even more so than in a face to face interview. And then there are only 5 questions, so if you really mess up one… you’re already like 20% sunk. I sometimes wish the interview was more of a conversation, instead of a list of scripted questions. Perhaps a list of topics that should be discussed during the conversation?

A colleague of mine has gone on some campus interviews that are structured such that each interview time slot is not with a different group of people (which has been most of my experiences), but rather a different functional area. So during the interview slot about Supervision, you might be interviewed by a another person in the same position, 2 students and your potential supervisor. But then the next interview which might be about programming, you are again interviewed by a potential co-worker and some students, but the conversation is completely different. Hmm.. I think I like it.

Ever since I decided this would be my last year in this job, people all around me have been resigning as well. As much as I struggle with personal transition, I really like transition happening around me. Maybe I see myself as flexible, but constant? It’s hard to imagine how different things will be here next year, but know that I won’t be a part of it. I’m actually sad now.

As an update to the last post…I’ve ditched the sweater for a bit and decided to make some baby socks with some sample yarn I got from Bobbin’s Nest a local yarn shop. Dang they knit up fast! Seriously… forget any adult sized things. I’m all about quickie knit baby items. [And there are lots of forthcoming babies to knit for it seems].


Last week when I went through all that stuff from my old boxes, I picked a few things and sent them back to their original owners. In retrospect, I have no idea why I did it. I mean, it seemed like a good idea at the time, but now I’m thinking people are going to get this stuff in the mail (although who knows if whitepages.com even gave me proper addresses) and think “who the eff is Lara?” and why is this Lara person sending me random crap?

Hmmm.

That being said…. send me your mailing address and I’ll send you back something. The something will likely resemble a postcard, but if you’re lucky maybe I’ll knit a postcard cozy to send along with it. At least you’ll know who I am when you receive it.

:yawn:

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