Let the countdown begin

I have a job interview on Tuesday, for the job I already have. I am super nervous because I don't really like the lady that is heading up the panel. And because I heard through the grapevine that She was not very impressed with any of the candidates at the testing--which can be taken two ways.

1. I did not have to do the testing because I took it only a few months ago, therefore I could be one of the better looking candidates.

2. I am included when she says 'candidates' and therefore I already have something against me.

I promise this will be a lot less gloomy after tuesday. but then again it might be even gloomier, in which case, I will change subjects altogether and talk only of kittens and candy.

but in good news, yesterday somebody bought donuts for the office and today is Friday!

The most akward of conversations

I have an old acquaintance who I went to high school with and recently spoke to. Here is how the conversation went:

Acquaintance: Hey do you still work at ---? I am going in for a job testing tomorrow!

Me: Yes, I do. What posting!

Acquaintance: Office assistant or something, hey if you still work there you should put in a good word for me!

Me: Actually, that's my job. So I dont think it would do me much good to refer you.

In case the conversation was not as clear, the acquaintance was applying for the job I am fighting to try and keep! Damn. Back to craigslist to look at more underpaid overworked jobs.

This sucks.

the art of tastefully eating all of the food in the break room

well, my office currently does not have a break room, rather a corner that contains a mini refrigerator, microwave, and small cabinet. however, today there was a meeting and we have accumulated a large platter of cookies, muffins, fruits and granola bars. i, not having brought a lunch, thought what an opportune moment to save a few dollars and eat food that would only go to waste otherwise.

the down fall is that after the first time i walk by the corner, grab a cup of lukewarm coffee and a snack, it is more difficult to continually sneak over and grab something, especially since the corner is in plain view of three other offices. Not that they care, but maybe they do, and I do not need the reputation of being a mooch since sometime next week I will be having to explain myself in front of a panel as i fight for the job i currently already have.

It's a duel

There's a new bad word that came out of 2008/2009 economic rut: restructuring.

The word makes peons like me shudder. Well my company is restructuring, and the outcome of this restructure is that I am in a duel. I and another girl in my office (plus 150 unknown applicants) are fighting for one position. Its an odd position to be in to wish ill-will on someone that you dont really hate. But this is a duel, and if i dont shoot first I'm the one at a loss.

Thus the walk away from each other begins as we race for simple projects, I've loaded the copier, set up the fax, and I am ready.