In what has to be the most unexpected, surreal, and KICK ASS! twists of sopheava.com's life to date, I think my blog(s) just somehow got me my dream job. Unless you've been living in a tattoo parlor and getting the name "Denise" burned on your left bicep, you know I ardently steer clear of any discussion about A) my love life or B) my job. So excuse me for one second while I publically allow my head to explode cuz HOLY SHIT I HAVE A NEW JOB!!! and it's a real, real good one lol omg wtf 11oneone1.
This is the part where I start stuttering and shuffling my feet because I really want to tell you about the job (boy oh boy do I ever), yet there are clearly lines that need to be kept in check regardless of what a bribe in the form of a small, fluffy, kittenie smelling kitten would do to sway that decision. So... uh, how about FAQ style?
Excellent.
What's the job, yo?
Official title is something like "Kick-Ass Web Designing Diva", which is a marked improvement from my current designation as, just, "Web Designer". Thank god they didn't hire a man or some poor guy in Minneapolis would be the one shuffling his feet and stuttering everytime someone asked him what he did for a living.
What are you gonna be doing?
Kick-ass, web designing diva stuff with a small group of uber-talented creative types who speak the same geeky language I do. I loved the part when they said, "We're so glad we brought you in for the interview... cuz there's so much more to you than what we see on your websites." Ha, that's actually true - my hair is much prettier in person.
What does having a blog have to do with anything?
Good question, but basically I think the powers that be first heard about me through this blog. I mean, clearly they didn't hire me for my articulate writing, um, 'n stuff, but I guess it just paid to have a big mouth and an affinity for pink (take that, old and tired blue!). Okay honestly? My blog didn't have that much to do with it but the fact they didn't run, hide, or hold candlelight vigils for my soul after reading some of the stuff that comes out of my mouth (or from the memory card in my camera, for that matter) has gotta count for something.
Where is the job?
Downtown baby. My glutes already thank me for the walk clear across the city.
What else can you tell us?
I have this ONE eyelash that grows longer than all the rest. No seriously, it's really weird when you have to ritualistically trim your one freakishly long eyelash every month.
That about does it for your yearly dose of, "Things Margaret Doesn't Talk About, Ever, At Least Not Without Shiny Bribes Or The Kind Of Bribe That Meows." We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming.
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CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!
WoooWoooooWooooooooo!!!!
Whoo-hoo!!!
*Start Jefferson's Theme Song*
'movin' on up... to a deluxe apartment in the sky..'
Congratulations.
'we finally got a piece of the pie...'
*End Jefferson's Theme Song*
Careful with that eyelash trimming, by the way.
That can be pretty dangerous. You wouldn't want people to start knowing you as Glass-Eye instead of Sopheava, would you?
Congratulations.. they are extremely lucky to have you.
I think it was your references. ;)
And don't you think you should wait until the drug test before saying anything? Heh...
Congrats and all dat, happy for ya.
I can't believe it's been 4 hours and nobody's tried to bribe me for more information with a soft, shiny, black kitten yet. I must say, I'm disappointed.
(A little orange tabby would work too, just in case.)
Ok, fine.
I'll bite.
I've got a dozen stray kittens who meow in musical melody that we could save from would-be kitten-piano makers.
I will ensure their safety if you tell us more.
Here, I'll even help you along in your privacy boundaries by initiating the bribed question.
Why is it your dream job and who's gonna see your work?
I take it now you've landed a new gig you won't be moving to the South of France anytime soon?
Guess it'll just be me 'living the dream' with my laptop by the beach for a while longer.
Maybe everyone alrady knows... *wink*
Or at least we think we do... :)
Congrats.
And at least, since you're not a guy, your one eyelash that grows long isn't coming out of your ear.
Um... was I the only one to pick up on the hints... After re-reading the post.. it all makes sense. You gave a HUGE hint.
I feel like a little kid who wants to just blurt out the answer... but, I'll refrain from spoiling the moment.
That's it, I'm letting the cat out of the bag:
She's going to work for Microsoft.
Do you want a cat.. or two... Dante and Bella
*sigh* ... it's true. When Microsoft sent me a basket of kittens with big pink bows around their necks, who was I to turn down mind-altering cuteness for a desk job?
How else do you think they got Rex?
Chris, those cats are clearly *not* kittens.
[But I'll take the black one]
wow, congrats!
nice to finally meet you in person, too.
if only i'd read this post, i could've bribed you on the spot.
Congrats....your dream job is my dream job as well. Plus I have an that same eye lash you speak of. Mine grows on the top lash of my left eye.
Again congrats!