My journey towards femininity, with all the bumps in the road. Who knows where this road will lead? But it certainly will be a prettier road, and one well worth traveling.
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Showing posts with label Ice. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 11, 2019
I really didn't want to get up and out early, but....
After I got home from Church on Sunday, I decided to hunker down and wait for the end of the expected snow storm. At the end of the first wave of snow, GFJ had 4 inches on the ground, while we had gotten much less down here. Since the weathermen were predicting another 6 inches or so around here, Monday's activities were postponed or cancelled. So I was prepared for the worst when I got up this morning - and the worst didn't happen....
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My alarms were set to wake me up before 8 am. This would give me enough time to clean off my car, then go inside to shower, shave, and get dressed as Mario. Around 10:30, I'd drive to the outskirts of Peekskill, so that I could have an interview for a technology administrator position that was scheduled yesterday. By the time I got outside to clean off my car, there wasn't much snow on the ground, nor was there much on my car. Instead, there was about .75cm of ice covering the glass surfaces, which I proceeded to melt with a bottle of alcohol spray I keep in the car for this purpose.
The clock hit 10:30, and off to Peekskill I drove, reaching a site down the road from the resource recovery center on John Walsh Boulevard. (This is a part of Peekskill not connected to the downtown business district, and to be safe, I used my GPS to get there.) Once upstairs, I ended up waiting for about 10 minutes before my interview. Although the interview went well, I don't think I'm the person they want for the job. My skill sets are rusty, and I don't feel I was at my best. What I found most interesting about the interview was the use of a script explaining what the census was and why it is done. (I'll bet that they've had too many people over the years asking dumb questions that they should have learned in a Civics class - if this class was still offered in schools.) The 2 questions I had, they couldn't answer - When would I hear back from them? and When would they expect me to start if offered the position? The fact that they couldn't supply that information says their ramp up process is flawed.
Once I was done with the Census Bureau, I decided to bring my iPad back to the place that installed a new battery. I said that it wasn't working, and let the tech take the device in for analysis. Although he said that he'd look at the iPad right away, I'd be just as happy if he didn't have it ready until tomorrow morning....
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I left later than I should for tonight's dining meetup, and I was the last person there. Everyone else was already seated, so I stood near a table or two, and chatted for a while with the groups at each table. Unfortunately, there was one group that I didn't speak with much - and I'll be sure to catch up with them next week. Because I was the only person sitting at a table with no one with me (about 7 or 8 people cancelled for the evening), the group at one table and I moved to a larger table, where we all had room to spread out. I'm glad that the group's hostess thought of this - she is a nice lady.
On the way home, I called GFJ, and she called back just as I was hitting a Route 9 cell phone dead spot. Once out of the dead spot, I called her back, and we chatted about things until I reached the Walmart in Mohegan Lake. $20 later, I left the store and headed home for the night.
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