fatrockstar | Dick's kicked my ass

I felt kinda bummed after getting out of my interview. The first leg went well, and then things started to feel like a really bad Microsoft interview about ten minutes into the second leg. Everyone was really nice, it's just that the second interviewer asked me a "thought process" question about an aspect of technology I rarely use. The third leg of the interview was me giving a presentation describing a product cycle. Hm, never done that before so I winged it (never really knowing if I gave a good or correct answer or not). The third interviewer was the test manager, who had warned me that he wouldn't have a full hour with me like the other interviewers, so I felt a little rushed toward the end there.

The "thought process" questions and the "presentation" made me feel inadequate in a way that really clobbered my hopes for this position. I hoped I hadn't let on that I felt this way as I was being walked to the exit. The test manager said to me on the way to the door that the decision process would take a while longer and that he had this fulltime position (the one I interviewed for), one more pending approval, and a contract position to fill in the immediate future. I don't know why, but by telling me of a contract opportunity he actually made me feel worse about my performance. I'm sure he didn't mean to.

After a quick errand at a pharmacy downtown I made the slow trek home. My regularly-only-20-minute commute turned into 60 due to rush hour traffic on the freeway AND alternate routes. By the time the traffic started to dissipate into the suburbs I was at the Holman Road Dick's and figured "why the hell not?"

Against my better judgement I ordered a chocolate shake, fries, and a Dick's Deluxe. I sucked down the shake, ate half the burger, and finished the fries. With all that starch and sugar I barely had enough time to drive home and get inside before the insulin crash did me in. I tried to sit at the computer and read the news but started getting very sleepy...

I think I changed clothes before getting into bed and turning the TV on to That 70's Show. I woke up two hours later in a puddle of drool. Garret had been home an hour already. He said he went in to talk to me but couldn't wake me up. "If you hadn't been snoring, I'd have thought you were dead."

So now I'm up, groggy, regretting splurging on Dick's. I should have stopped at the milkshake. Damn.

I guess it's salads, salads, salads for the next week or two.