Padawan had a job interview something like ten days ago. Same job, bigger building, bigger paycheck. He felt the interview went well and they said they'd "get in touch" in five to seven days. I'm not really sure how this works, but I always thought that meant you'd get a phone call.
I mean, I've never really had a real kind of interview. When I applied at Wal-Mart I had three interviews in the span of an hour, and at the end they told me what they'd pay me and that I could start after my drug test. When I applied at the restaurant I worked at I went in and said I wanted to apply, he gave me the application and asked me some questions, gave me a soda, and told me I could start the next day. When I applied to my current job I came in and filled out the application, got the tour of the store and was told I start Saturday. I didn't even have to answer any questions except, "Do you play an instrument?"
But I've seen lots of movies, and there's always a phone call.
Apparently that's not the way it works anymore.
Padawan got an e-mail congratulating him on being hired by Nerd Gamers-R-Us, and some forms he had to fill out and fax back to headquarters in Seattle were attachments. An e-mail. He got hired by e-mail.
That's absolutely ridiculous.
Speaking of absolutely ridiculous...
Yesterday I was sitting at work when Padawan called. I wasn't off for another hour and a half, so I was worried something was wrong.
"Chanel, you remember that Survival Guide you read a couple of years ago?"
"Well, I gave it to Master Plo Koon. Do you mind?"
"No. I didn't really like it that much."
"Okay...well, he found a picture of Coffin in it. You drew a mustache on him and wrote dork brain next to his face. Do you remember that picture?"
"Oh yeah..." Coffin is a coworker and friend. We used to live across a courtyard from each other when I was eighteen and in my first apartment.
"Well...when he found the picture he..." But he couldn't finish because he was laughing.
More laughter. "He asked, 'Why does Chanel have a picture of that man that was shot in the news?'"
I didn't know WHAT to expect from this conversation, but that certainly wasn't it. I couldn't help myself. I just started laughing. And laughing. And laughing. I couldn't breathe. Everybody thought I'd lost my mind.
THAT is the picture he found.
Now, I'm not really sure how he saw Osama bin Laden when he looked at this picture, but I love that he did. Master Plo Koon has an interesting way of seeing the world.
This is the same kid who declared, "I think we lost the Alamo because there were a lot of Mexicans," when we took him to the Alamo in San Antonio.
I'm worried about Choo Choo. She's got patches of skin peeling off and clumping up in her fur. I thought it was Mange, but by all accounts she wouldn't just suddenly come down with it at three years old. She would have been born with it. Skin irritation? Allergic reaction?
If it doesn't get better I'll have to take her to the vet.