The second interview went really, really well. It was short, but I think I successfully persuaded her that I am a competent, intelligent, capable individual.
She's going to get somebody to book the third interview, which should (apparently) be the final one. But the most important. And possibly the most difficult.
I doubt there will be a promotion involved, though. Boo to that!
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In other news... It turns out that my housemate and my Sarcastic Grumpy Nerd do not like one another.
I failed to notice this because — in my mind — the swapping of barbed witticisms and razor-sharp insults is a sign of mutual deep affection. It seems that — for some people — this is not the case.
For his part he does this because it amuses him to wind her up. For her part, it seems that the sulking and resentment are her way of showing genuine dislike. How odd.
For his next trick... He's going to pretend to be disinterested in my birthday. She will undoubtedly try to engage his enthusiasm in planning some 'thing' of some sort. He will feign ambivalence.
And by 'pretend to be' I mean 'actually be'. And by 'feign' I mean 'express genuine'. Then we're going to snigger while she implodes trying to decide whether or not to tell me this.
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Interestingly the iPhone believes that all imploding should be done in the past or should be ongoing. To that end, imploding is treated as an acceptable word; however, it attempts to change implodes to imploded.
How odd.
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