Monthly Archive: September 2004

It’s windy today. REALLY windy. The wind is OUT to get us. It’s trying to blow trees down and our collars up around our ears. It’s trying to snatch things out of our hands. It’s dancing up a storm. An hour and a half of being grilled, but tenderly, as if they wanted me medium well, so I feel pretty good about interview the third. Have been assured that I should be hearing something before Friday. Don’t know what to do about the other job possibility, but wait. Am thinking that maybe my choice will be made for me? Am...

It’s been pouring rain here, the kind that REALLY gets you wet. You and everything else. Giant skating puddles of wetness on all the roads, constant spray of wetness on your glasses, your umbrella, your windshield. This morning, the sun made a brief appearance and then ducked back inside its cloud cover. Green things are flashing their red and orange undergarments. A huge long hill of sugarbeets glows dully in a field. The landscape is pulling out its winter wardrobe. A field near Flyinge is rolled out in chocolate velour. Some are swathed in tawny corduroy, the remnants of shorn,...

Ain’t Too Proud to Beg The September 30th deadline for the next issue of Mosaic Minds is rapidly approaching and the poetry section is feeling sad and lonely. If you’d like to contribute a poem (or two) for our upcoming issue, please send them to: poetry@mosaicminds.net. The theme is Fears & Phobias, but submissions with any theme are welcome 🙂 Crazy busy week ahead. I hope to see you at the end of it. I hope to have a job offer at the end of it. Possibly two. I just got my raise from Ericsson, which is retroactive to April...

Up early, left at 9:15 for a 6-hour choir practice, dinner and evening at the in-laws, home at 9:15, full circle. I’m bushed wiped out. Cracking Me Up: Sleeping Cat Olympics plus Litterbox Crop Circle I’ve Always Loved These: Hand Shadows Putting a Face on Spam Makes it Hard to Resist (and a LOT Funnier): Request

There might be a bidding war…over ME! 😀 Yesterday, Company T called me back and said that they hadn’t forgotten about me, quite the opposite, but they had been forced by HR regulations to post the new position internally first. However, they were able to limit it to one week, so they should know by next Friday if there are any internal candidates at all, and they didn’t seem to think there would be. Then Company A called and asked if I could come in on Tuesday to meet my “coworkers-to-be,” 4 of them at once 🙂 AND I got...

How am I going to give up these Fridays? How? It doesn’t bear thinking upon. Anders climbed in bed with me some time after midnight, and shortly thereafter I woke up enough to say “snort! grzegle, urk?” and he reassured me that yes, he was home now. Then Karin climbed in bed with us some time much later after that and totally hogged the bed and all the covers, but she petted me on the face this morning and traced tickle lines around my eyes which made up for it. I had to put a fleece AND a windbreaker AND...

I just had a 2nd interview with Company A! She called me this morning and asked if I could come in this afternoon. It went GREAT!!!! I’m apparently the favorite candidate out of 4, and they’ve actually been re-thinking the position in the last 2 days since my first interview to make it more suitable for my profile! They have promised to get back to me with a decision/offer no later than Monday, and probably sooner. WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

I’ve been chasing rainbows. Yesterday, there were rainbows over Flyinge, which is not an uncommon occurrence. The sun was setting and the rain was moving away from it, so that all of Flyinge was backlit and bright. Martin and Karin and I, in the car, had a long discussion about rainbows and the chances of following one to the end and what one would find there. Karin, not surprisingly, is fully confident that she could catch up with the end of a rainbow. Martin, more the realist, insists that there is no pot of gold to be found. He, like...

On my way home from work yesterday, I stopped at the store to buy Frosted Flakes and mail my write-in ballot, and while I was there I grabbed a cucumber and some watermelon, and a carton of milk and then I saw a Pettson & Findus children’s magazine with a free Findus mousepad on it, so I took 2 of those, and why is it I can’t just go in a store and buy the one thing I stopped there to get? And to top things off, I found the most unbelievably sexist crap in the candy aisle, you’re not...

All my memories but one have disappeared! This is something that enaid posted in her journal today, and she was talking about the LiveJournal function that allows you to mark entries in both your own and other’s journals so that you can easily find them again. But I thought, what if that were true?! What if ALL YOUR MEMORIES BUT ONE disappeared? What would you do? Which one would you want to keep? learning how to ride a bicycle? the way your mom held you and stroked your hair when you cried over losing something? rolling out pie crusts with...