So.
Holy fucking shit.
Big Fancy Pants University wants me out for a job talk.
Color me knocked flat on my fat ass.
I have no details; they called whilst I was out. I'll call them tomorrow and see what's what.
I am terribly happy and excited and scared shitless all at once.
Holy fucking shit.
Big Fancy Pants University wants me out for a job talk.
Color me knocked flat on my fat ass.
I have no details; they called whilst I was out. I'll call them tomorrow and see what's what.
I am terribly happy and excited and scared shitless all at once.
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SignalNoise said:
Whoa. Well, that's a load - but I'm glad you're doing better now.
Yeah. . .a very unhappy occurrence.
Srsly - tough as nails huh?
Not really. I've just decided that it's best, as a practical matter, to be proactive when confronted. It's all pragmatism: I was actually quite terrified.
Also: let's hear it for dueling Bob Dylan entries.
How about that?!
Pshht! Don't worry about no "Big Fancy Pants University"; you know you got that.