Stuck in a Furrow

I had my interview this morning at the ungodly hour of 7:30am. I had to look pretty for this interview which takes a bit of time so that meant an uber early rise. I think it went ok. There were the typical interview questions such as "tell us of a time when you had a conflict with a boss and how did you resolve it" and "what are your greatest weaknesses in relation to your current job". I also got hit with the "tell us about your Christian walk" which I totally should have expected considering I was interviewing for a position with a Christian organiziation. The job is competely up my alley and honestly, if I don't get it, I will be quite bummed. I even resorted to name dropping...Darryl Janz or uncle Darryl as I (still)call him. This job involves dealing with the overseas project managers for various ministries and helping set up new contracts for new funding opportunities, tracking down and receiving quartery reports from the overseas ministries and the like. If I dream big enough and I get this position which is officially "Project Admin Assistant" I might be able to progress in the company and maybe one day travel to these projects and ministries and offer support and contacts and basically be a liason. How cool. I should know by early next week. The waiting is brutal.

On some unrelated notes...

I have been called many names. Critel (by my lovely grand 'rents) Lizzy, (Carmen!) Pookie (ahh, college), Rachel (my 'fake' name) and Tistoe (maybe my fav?). At work I get all kinds of variations of my name such as Christy and Krista and the like. I will even answer to 'dear' but there I draw the line. Don't call me hun or honey or anything like that unless A) you are buying me dinner or B) there is no B. I detest this yet I have a patient who routinely calls me hun. It creeps me out. Now if he was 80 or so, I might be ok with it. The elderly can get away with so much more...but he is 42! Ewww. At his last visit, he asked me where I grew up and what my father was like and if my grandparents had a good relationship. Am I in counselling or something?!?! He even said that he figured he "would get along great with my parents because I'm such a sweet girl". What? I'm confused. So, I complained to my boss and we referred him to another office. Good Riddence! The moral of the story is...don't creep out the receptionist.

I'm sad that Chris got the boot on AI. I have a horrible feeling that Taylor might win. Maybe if I didn't have to watch his spastic movements on stage, I might enjoy him more. I doubt it.