I didn't get the job in Portland. I was told that after my phone interview the interviewer was ready to hire me but then came across someone who had "TES" experience (don't ask), a direction they are heading in.
Oh well.
No really, oh well.
I'm setting my sites on Seattle/Tacoma.
Trying to get a job transfer in another city with UOP is like trying to win American Idol. I'm clinging on tenaciously, but I'm prepared to look beyond my current employer.
Friday, February 16, 2007
Sunday, February 11, 2007
I'm Mrs. Cactus Hand, Gimme Some Candy!
Remember how when I first moved here you couldn't shut me up about cacti? My blog featured picture after picture of the thorny little...um...there's probably a scientific word for them somewhere but I'm too lazy to look it up. What I'm getting at is I thought cacti were pretty darn swell. So unique! So...indigenous! So pure of line and form!
My opinion now? Let it suffice to say that I'm ready to rexplore the lush foliage of the Northwest. Why the change of heart (besides the fact that I hate hot, dry, polluted climates and never wanted to live here in the first place)? Two Sundays ago I was out for an early evening walk in the neighborhood. I decided to step up the pace to something resembling power walking- you know the whole swinging of the arms and stupid-looking-but-calorie-burning bit. My hand swung back into a neighbor's decorative multi-tiered cactus plant and took a half-a-cucumber-sized chunk with it. Yep, that's right. Embedded in my hand. Of course right then two little boys, somewhere between the ages of 6 and 8, appeared to serve as a baffled, silently appraising, and utterly worthless audience. I was tempted to say in my best Adam Sandler voice "I'm Mrs. Cactus Hand! Gimme some candy!" but decided to go with my second choice -waiting until they were safely inside and then bursting into tears (you try having somewhere around a dozen hypodermic-needle like thorns stuck in your hand and not being able to pull the thing out, even after wrapping your thick sweater into mulitiple layers then having the rest of the spines poke right through that- almost succeeding in embedding in your other hand thus looking like you are carrying a winter-like cactus muff to keep your hands warm. Ok you get the point).
I walked the remaining four blocks home and for the first time in the past year, was happy that I had a roommate. With one mighty tug of his meaty hands, Bob was able to disengage the spiny *ucker. He was kind enough to quickly pull out the remaining four or five quills while I turned my head.
I had a phone interview with the Hillsboro campus in Portland. I think I've got a good shot at it. If I get the job I'll be moving in about two weeks. I also had a phone interview with Sacramento. They want to interview me in person on Thursday, but I am about 95% certain I'm not going to go. I want to be back near family and friends and while I'll always love exploring new cities, I'm getting kind of tired.
I'm a little bit hesistant to live in the Portland area again since there are a few people there I deeply hate (yes, I know, I am way too intense about everything. I have a Scorpio stellium in my first house. That's not going to go away anytime soon). Those people are connected to the days of my singles business. I do, however, have some very close friends in Portland and it is my favorite city ever...
I'll keep you posted.
My opinion now? Let it suffice to say that I'm ready to rexplore the lush foliage of the Northwest. Why the change of heart (besides the fact that I hate hot, dry, polluted climates and never wanted to live here in the first place)? Two Sundays ago I was out for an early evening walk in the neighborhood. I decided to step up the pace to something resembling power walking- you know the whole swinging of the arms and stupid-looking-but-calorie-burning bit. My hand swung back into a neighbor's decorative multi-tiered cactus plant and took a half-a-cucumber-sized chunk with it. Yep, that's right. Embedded in my hand. Of course right then two little boys, somewhere between the ages of 6 and 8, appeared to serve as a baffled, silently appraising, and utterly worthless audience. I was tempted to say in my best Adam Sandler voice "I'm Mrs. Cactus Hand! Gimme some candy!" but decided to go with my second choice -waiting until they were safely inside and then bursting into tears (you try having somewhere around a dozen hypodermic-needle like thorns stuck in your hand and not being able to pull the thing out, even after wrapping your thick sweater into mulitiple layers then having the rest of the spines poke right through that- almost succeeding in embedding in your other hand thus looking like you are carrying a winter-like cactus muff to keep your hands warm. Ok you get the point).
I walked the remaining four blocks home and for the first time in the past year, was happy that I had a roommate. With one mighty tug of his meaty hands, Bob was able to disengage the spiny *ucker. He was kind enough to quickly pull out the remaining four or five quills while I turned my head.
I had a phone interview with the Hillsboro campus in Portland. I think I've got a good shot at it. If I get the job I'll be moving in about two weeks. I also had a phone interview with Sacramento. They want to interview me in person on Thursday, but I am about 95% certain I'm not going to go. I want to be back near family and friends and while I'll always love exploring new cities, I'm getting kind of tired.
I'm a little bit hesistant to live in the Portland area again since there are a few people there I deeply hate (yes, I know, I am way too intense about everything. I have a Scorpio stellium in my first house. That's not going to go away anytime soon). Those people are connected to the days of my singles business. I do, however, have some very close friends in Portland and it is my favorite city ever...
I'll keep you posted.
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