I am sniffling and sneezing. Stuffy even. I don’t feel good. I have a cold, and I am on a rotating dosage of NyQuil/DayQuil/NyQuil….
I have a lousy personality. I must. I had a job interview last week. Basically the interview was “we know you can do the job, but we want to see if your personality will fit.” My personality must not have fit. That can’t be right, can it?
I am stuffy. I hate being sick.
My middle daughter, Amanda, has a boyfriend. I am worried.
Maxine smiles. Easily. She still makes a point of kissing me hello/goodbye/goodnight/goodmorning. It is wonderful. The older kids? Too old for that unless I force it on them.
It snowed. A lot. I’m ready for spring.
Autumn is starting segment two of driver’s training in March. She is just over 3 months away from being 16 and licensed.
Justin is going to be in Battle of the Books. He is excited!
Autumn and another girl in her band earned a I in regional solo & ensemble competition. They have a flute duet. They will go onto state competition in about a month’s time.
Maxine and I are excitedly gathering items to pack for our trip to Washington DC next week.
Amanda’s school said she failed an eye exam and needed to get checked. She was very worried. Turns out, she has 20/20 vision without glasses or contacts. She is now very very happy.
Maxine’s getting a LOT of phone calls from boys.
Maybe it’s not you. Maybe the rest of the staff has lousy personalities. The interviewer probably thought, “Oh, she’s far too interesting, creative, and kind to interact with this horrible crew. Just not a good fit.”
I’m almost certain that’s what happened.