Wish me Luck ...

After a HORRID day yesterday, training my replacement, and an equally HORRID morning, I called my agency in desperation and pleaded with them to find me a job. 'Lo and behold, I have an interview tomorrow morning at 9:30am. And, in addition, I may have an interview tomorrow or Friday with another department of the company I'm currently working for. I like having options. The guy interviewing me tomorrow wants to make a decision by the end of the day so send me good vibes! I pulled out the suit I bought last June (and never wore) and tried it on this evening. It fits better now than when I bought it. Woo Hoo!!!

So, hi-ho, hi-ho, back to the city I go...

Yesterday, everyone in the department took the time to pull me aside and tell me how sorry they were that I was leaving and that I should NOT take it personally. There's more turn-over in that department than a Ronco Rotisserie Cooker! (okay, so I'm reaching there. I'm a bit frazzled). The organizational chart created in January is about three versions obsolete. There have been at least 6 temps before me, lasting for various amounts of time. I think I lasted the least amount of time. Oh well. I guess the perfect assistant will be like pornography.

(You know...she'll know it when she sees it).

But I digress...I think. Isabella is begging to be played with and she distracted me. I'm not sure where I was going.

Oh well. I guess I'm going to play with Isabella so she'll stop attacking Merlin.