'You'd tell me, wouldn't you?'
Apr. 25th, 2012 08:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thrihyrneBefore I have a small rant about how part of my day was sucky yesterday (interviews in Tigard, as a preview), I must share an absolutely wonderful moment that happened this morning. Due primarily to yesterday's events, I had an unplanned sleepover with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
evannichols. As we pulled out of the driveway and started up the street, he held my hand, gave me a quick but searching look and asked, quite sincerely, "If you were a robot from the future sent back here to teach me to love again, you'd tell me, wouldn't you?"
I do believe that's the most romantic moment I've ever had.
If I am a robot from the future, I've been really well programmed, because I have no future memories. I'm sure there's a really cool word for that, but it escapes me right this minute. :)
So I went off on what turned out to be two interviews of sorts out in Tigard. I have hereby resolved never again to pursue any job situated out there, as the shifts for things I'm considering invariably are outside of the times when public transport begins and ends. If only companies would be upfront about this from the get-go, it would save everyone involved a lot of time. Ultimately, positions presented as internal advancement turn out to be sales, and call centers in Tigard simply aren't an option if one chooses to rely solely on public transportation. But I'd made a vow to myself and the Universe that I would pursue every opportunity that came my way without having a bias, so I continued on with a 40 minute assessment at the second option (the large call center) *before* actually meeting with a recruiter. Had only those events been reversed, I wouldn't have lost yet another hour of my life that I'll never get back doing something that was definitively a waste of time. By the time I was back at the Tigard Transit Center, having invested in an all day bus pass and doggedly determined to get my money's worth out of it by spending the next several hours and then some going back to my side of town to look for more sweaters at Goodwill, I was quite cranky. Luckily it was only Evan's voicemail that got the brunt of my self-pitying and self-frustrated ramblings, which included the confession that frankly all I really wanted was a large martini. Which was a bad idea. Which I acknowledged. To bring this too-long story short, it turned out he'd been grocery shopping withsnottygrrl and was going to be on my route out to 122nd. He graciously offered to meet me and I took him up on it. There is something ineffably wonderful to step off of a bus and see one's beloved standing on the sidewalk, a sympathetic smile on her/his face. As he pointed out later, one of the great perks of having a life partner is being able to complain/share/vent to said person and have her/him say, "There, there— I'll make it better." And he did.
Today's a new day. ♥
evannichols. As we pulled out of the driveway and started up the street, he held my hand, gave me a quick but searching look and asked, quite sincerely, "If you were a robot from the future sent back here to teach me to love again, you'd tell me, wouldn't you?"I do believe that's the most romantic moment I've ever had.
If I am a robot from the future, I've been really well programmed, because I have no future memories. I'm sure there's a really cool word for that, but it escapes me right this minute. :)
So I went off on what turned out to be two interviews of sorts out in Tigard. I have hereby resolved never again to pursue any job situated out there, as the shifts for things I'm considering invariably are outside of the times when public transport begins and ends. If only companies would be upfront about this from the get-go, it would save everyone involved a lot of time. Ultimately, positions presented as internal advancement turn out to be sales, and call centers in Tigard simply aren't an option if one chooses to rely solely on public transportation. But I'd made a vow to myself and the Universe that I would pursue every opportunity that came my way without having a bias, so I continued on with a 40 minute assessment at the second option (the large call center) *before* actually meeting with a recruiter. Had only those events been reversed, I wouldn't have lost yet another hour of my life that I'll never get back doing something that was definitively a waste of time. By the time I was back at the Tigard Transit Center, having invested in an all day bus pass and doggedly determined to get my money's worth out of it by spending the next several hours and then some going back to my side of town to look for more sweaters at Goodwill, I was quite cranky. Luckily it was only Evan's voicemail that got the brunt of my self-pitying and self-frustrated ramblings, which included the confession that frankly all I really wanted was a large martini. Which was a bad idea. Which I acknowledged. To bring this too-long story short, it turned out he'd been grocery shopping with
snottygrrl and was going to be on my route out to 122nd. He graciously offered to meet me and I took him up on it. There is something ineffably wonderful to step off of a bus and see one's beloved standing on the sidewalk, a sympathetic smile on her/his face. As he pointed out later, one of the great perks of having a life partner is being able to complain/share/vent to said person and have her/him say, "There, there— I'll make it better." And he did.Today's a new day. ♥
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