You can never say it isn't interesting, at least.

Had a very good weekend, full of very good and wonderful things. Lots of food, and seeing people and what not.
There was tacos and sushi, powerwashing houses and cosy video viewing. Fabulous.


Yesterday I had an interview, and is my luck, it was with very nice people. People who were very interested in my work, and thought I was spiffy. But the position was only going to be 30% design, so I was waffling even before I opened my portfolio. After that, it was all over.
Now, I've got a nice portfolio. Well rounded, even. But people see it and think it's gods gift to the design world, I become vastly over qualified, and as one of the dear nice ladies said, "Your talent would be wasted here."
Really, it's not *that* good. Ok, but not spiff-tacular. Maybe I wanted to waste my talent on you?
I dunno.

Anyway, I went from the "I don't think you're right for this position, but I know a person at a different company who has a position open, so I'm going to forward your resume on," interview to lunch. Yay, celebratory gyro in Fanuil, and then a sub-par cannoli. I should have gone for the ice cream. Oh well.
Then the 3.5 hours of driving so I could be in Rohan for my birthday.
Every year, Mom makes a big deal about how I'm not home on my birthday, and so she can't make me a cake.
Well, I get home at 7:30, no one's home but the dog. No cake.
poo.

However, there was, (upon inspection of the fridge,) a Happy Birthday King Crab Leg waving it's claw at me with a note taped to it to me from my father. "For the birthday girl"
Well, birthday crab leg it is then.

Eventually, people came home. Dog found it necessary to sleep on my feet.
So things really haven't changed.
Evidently roast beast and cake was moved to tonight so that everyone could be here.

Yay, cake!
- k.