There were weekends at Webb when you knew that you were going to be working. There was nothing to be done about this fact, so you just dug in and got 'er done. This will be one of those weekends. I have major reports due next Friday in two classes and both need work. There are two finals next week that I have to study for since a recruiting trip will swallow much of my time in the early week. There are classes on Monday that won't prep for themselves. Finally, the recruiting trip itself: they want a presentation of a past project and my technical capabilities. It's great to have this audience, but PPT decks are a time consuming wedge of quiche to an MBA and I really want to park this one. (No, I'm really not sure where the euphemism 'wedge of quiche' came from.)
Yesterday's interviews went well, I think. I really dislike leaving an interview not knowing how well it went. Over the past few months I have both experiences: "yeah, Dell probably isn't going to call" and "THAT oughta work." Yesterday I truly got back in the truck, back onto 696, and couldn't figure out how I felt about it - or if not knowing was the same as bad, which is often the case.
In the evening Jenelle and I drowned any lingering concern in a pot of melted gruyere, ementaler, wine, and lemon juice. Yes yes! Fondizzle. It's so good! No wonder everybody loved the '70s. Fondue with bread, broccoli, and apples is just a great tasting, sophisticated palate that I think everybody ought to experience. (We'd have it at the wedding except communal fondue is a little gross and it can be messy.)
Friday, February 16, 2007