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tanaiseRode the train home from my interview last night, and didn't have to pay. Whee!
Of course, I got out of work at 5:15, thanks to annoying problems. Such as having to check in with my boss before I left, and being unable to get into that section of the floor because my keycard had a fit. And then, I couldn't go to the bathroom before I left either, for the same reason. I have to talk to a boss type person and get them to get my card reactivated today. BUt so I left the building with 15 minutes to walk from back bay to beacon hill, and a seriously cramped calf. I made it, more or less. I paused to help a mom carry a stroller down a scary steep set of steps (cause like hell I was watching her kill herself and/or the kid), and paused for a breather before going in, so I think I was probably there at about 5:35 or so.
I didn't have time for a tour before the interview, which I think went well. I forgot to appologize for being late. I didn't say anything blindingly stupid. I joked, carefully. I looked at people when I talked. I looked at people when they talked. I answered most questions with examples from my life. I'm not sure that was the best thing to do, but examples were easier than trying to figure out how to put my feelings into words. The only question I fret over was the 'would you be comfortable living with a diverse population." I answered the beliefs and age sections of it, but I didn't say anything about my comfort around people of various sexual orientations, mostly because I couldn't figure out how to say anything about it. I mean, to have a problem with it, would mean that I'd been raised very badly as a quaker, and I couldn't figure out how to answer it without joking because I tend to joke about things that I think should be obvious. I mean, ultimately it comes down to "Straight or gay, I don't care who others are sleeping with as long as I don't have to notice." (I did keep wanting to say, "Some of my best friends are gay.") But at least one of the women interviewing me was a lesbian (she has a *beautiful* girlfriend (you'd cry, Jer) with two pretty children--I'm not sure if they live there, or just visit a lot.), and I thought that I'd best error on the side of not making jokes as a first impression.
There was a quick tour of the house before dinner. It's huge and pretty, and I like it. Dinner was good and fun. Lots of people. One woman was talking about taking the following day off, and worrying that her work would be bothered, and a friend suggested she claim she'd just gotten married today (with the new same sex marriages that are allowed, whoo!), and that it was a honeymoon. Which wouldn't work because, you know, she's not married. So I suggested claiming that she'd been *intending* to marry, but was stood up at the altar. THus, you know, a day of sorrow. :)
And my brother called at night, and we talked for a bit. He invited me to come to Jamaica Plain next week for dinner at a resturant. Um, the Arbor Resturant. It's a fancy place, but he's got a gift certificate from his boss (and I think my mom probably yelled at him for forgetting my birthday).
And getting in today was annoying. My calf is still cramped, and it makes it really hard for me to walk in the morning. I stomp around like a baby elephant because I can't get the muscles to work properly so that I can step lightly. And I also trip over dips in the road and thigns that shouldn't cause me a problem. And the bus was a little slow, and the metro was way slow and *packed* when it finally got there. And I finished one of the books I brought with me, so lucky there's a backup in my bag.
But when I went for chai, I got free tea again because it's the chai I don't like. :) (and of course, Dena can tell you what naughtiness free beverages leads to.)
Of course, I got out of work at 5:15, thanks to annoying problems. Such as having to check in with my boss before I left, and being unable to get into that section of the floor because my keycard had a fit. And then, I couldn't go to the bathroom before I left either, for the same reason. I have to talk to a boss type person and get them to get my card reactivated today. BUt so I left the building with 15 minutes to walk from back bay to beacon hill, and a seriously cramped calf. I made it, more or less. I paused to help a mom carry a stroller down a scary steep set of steps (cause like hell I was watching her kill herself and/or the kid), and paused for a breather before going in, so I think I was probably there at about 5:35 or so.
I didn't have time for a tour before the interview, which I think went well. I forgot to appologize for being late. I didn't say anything blindingly stupid. I joked, carefully. I looked at people when I talked. I looked at people when they talked. I answered most questions with examples from my life. I'm not sure that was the best thing to do, but examples were easier than trying to figure out how to put my feelings into words. The only question I fret over was the 'would you be comfortable living with a diverse population." I answered the beliefs and age sections of it, but I didn't say anything about my comfort around people of various sexual orientations, mostly because I couldn't figure out how to say anything about it. I mean, to have a problem with it, would mean that I'd been raised very badly as a quaker, and I couldn't figure out how to answer it without joking because I tend to joke about things that I think should be obvious. I mean, ultimately it comes down to "Straight or gay, I don't care who others are sleeping with as long as I don't have to notice." (I did keep wanting to say, "Some of my best friends are gay.") But at least one of the women interviewing me was a lesbian (she has a *beautiful* girlfriend (you'd cry, Jer) with two pretty children--I'm not sure if they live there, or just visit a lot.), and I thought that I'd best error on the side of not making jokes as a first impression.
There was a quick tour of the house before dinner. It's huge and pretty, and I like it. Dinner was good and fun. Lots of people. One woman was talking about taking the following day off, and worrying that her work would be bothered, and a friend suggested she claim she'd just gotten married today (with the new same sex marriages that are allowed, whoo!), and that it was a honeymoon. Which wouldn't work because, you know, she's not married. So I suggested claiming that she'd been *intending* to marry, but was stood up at the altar. THus, you know, a day of sorrow. :)
And my brother called at night, and we talked for a bit. He invited me to come to Jamaica Plain next week for dinner at a resturant. Um, the Arbor Resturant. It's a fancy place, but he's got a gift certificate from his boss (and I think my mom probably yelled at him for forgetting my birthday).
And getting in today was annoying. My calf is still cramped, and it makes it really hard for me to walk in the morning. I stomp around like a baby elephant because I can't get the muscles to work properly so that I can step lightly. And I also trip over dips in the road and thigns that shouldn't cause me a problem. And the bus was a little slow, and the metro was way slow and *packed* when it finally got there. And I finished one of the books I brought with me, so lucky there's a backup in my bag.
But when I went for chai, I got free tea again because it's the chai I don't like. :) (and of course, Dena can tell you what naughtiness free beverages leads to.)
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Date: 2004-05-18 11:09 am (UTC)You may have tried these already, but two things I've found work well on cramps in the calf (which I, too, occasionally get), are 1) Tiger Balm, massaged in every 4 to 6 hours (though the smell of it can make your co-workers look at you funny!), and 2) wiggling your foot up and down - specifically, moving it up towards your leg as far as you can, then moving it back down (as though you were about to dance en pointe) as far as you can. Seems to work best if you do several goes of the foot-wiggling right after the Tiger Balm, and then at intervals whenever you remember.
(A friend of mine who's a martial artist put me onto the foot-wiggling; he gets calf cramps too.)
Hope it gets better soon!