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[jaeclectic]

I had agreed to what I thought was going to be a phone interview, with a company in Cupertino -- not in my preferred geographic range, but the headhunter was persistent and I figured no harm in talking. The headhunter was supposed to call yesterday with details, and didn't, so I called him this AM and started a round of phone tag. Finally hooked up at 11, turns out they want to meet with me at their office.

Which is fine, no big deal, except that: I was wearing shorts and a tank top, had just washed my hair so it's still dripping wet, and was sporting rather chipped deep red nail polish from this past weekend's wedding outfit.

So instead of spending a couple of hours browsing their web site and thinking of intelligent questions, I have been frantically tidying myself up and preparing to hustle down to Cupertino.

Also in the middle of all this, Lena crawled behind the stove again, so I had to spend 10 minutes lying on my belly coaxing her to come out of there. Because I would have been worried about her being stuck.