In which June consumes butter pecan at a job interview

When I was 15 or 16, I went to visit my father in Dallas, and he took me to the studio where he worked as a photographer. His friends got me all dressed up in the fancy clothes and jewelry there, and his model friend did my makeup, and his photographer best friend took these pictures of me. I just found them last night when I was looking for something work-related:

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You can click on this sheet to see these photos better, if you want. But suffice it to say if was way fun. It was like Glamour Shots without having to go to the mall.

Starq And as you know, I wasn't in love with myself in my teen years or anything. So I was super-shy about the whole thing. See: hah.

I wonder if there was a whole I Hate June club in my high school or if it was less organized than that.

Anyway, my job discussion was fine. I had ice cream. Right in the middle of the time of my interview (job discussion) was ice-cream time, so they said, "Shall we all go get some?" and I said yes, and again. Why did I need larger pants at J. Jill? I think their pants run small.

After the butter pecan, they said they'd let me know in the next two weeks. Am I constantly waiting for Godot or what?

The job sounds really really cool. And it would be editing and copy editing, which I know means nothing to most of the world. But trust me. That would be excellent. Most excellent. Excellent-ay.

In the meanwhile, I have an all-day freelance job on Monday for a different place, so at least I do not have to sit here flapping up Talu's lips when I get bored. Oh, she hates that. I do it when she's asleep, when she's in the back yard surveying her domain on the deck, when she's watching the front yard from her perch on the couch. It does not matter where she is, she hates the flap anywhere I do it. And yet? Who can stop herself? Not me.

Did you ever watch that one show where people have a predilection for getting all up on animals you shouldn't? For example, there was the young woman who had like nine wolves in her house. Or the old lady who fed bears in her back yard. These stories always end with someone coming over to see why Bessie isn't showing up at work and all that is left of Bessie is a femur and maybe part of a nostril. This will be me after one lip-flap too many, over here.

I wanted to ask you something else deeply important. When you were a kid, did you ever tape music off the radio? Like, if I Just Wanna Be Your Everything came on, did you rush to your boom box to record the rest of it?

If you did, now when you hear, let's say, I Just Wanna Be Your Everything, do you automatically start singing the song that came right after it on your tape? Like for me, right after that, Ring My Bell came on and I snapped off the Record button after maybe the first five bars. So every time I Just Wanna Be Your Everything ends, I expect to hear:

 

But only that first annoying POOOOO! POOOOO! part.

Am I alone in this?

This is the problem with the youth of today. They do not have to WORK for their stolen music. They can just go online and get it. We had to sit there and listen to Kasey Kasem all morning. Is it Kasey or Casey?

Okay, I must go. In the first place, the dogs are barking terribly at these two Jehovah Witnesses who are walking the neighborhood. I know they are witnesses because they are already here and I have spoken to them. I invite any religious people in to talk because I figure it has to be a terrible task, going door to door and getting rejected all day. The last thing they probably wanted to do was enter this house o'fangs.

I did not ask them if they know Prince.

I will let you know if I become employed. You will be the first to hear.

Oh, and confidential to my Real Housewives friends: I think all the gay people of America should kick BOTH Sonja and Alex off their side. Who needs either one of those self-centered whoo-haas? And P.S. Simon's jacket. Enough said.

 

194 thoughts on “In which June consumes butter pecan at a job interview

  1. Amish Annie – Maurice all the way! And did you mix iodine in with your baby oil?

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  2. For Paula H&B:
    Seen on one of my daughter’s friends Facebook page.
    Reply to St Paul from the Corinthians:
    “Dear “Saint” Paul,
    F*** off.”

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  3. Nicola: Heeeeeeeeeeeeee! Never heard about that at church!!

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  4. Nicola: Heeeeeeeeeeeeee! Never heard about that at church!!

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  5. Nicola: Heeeeeeeeeeeeee! Never heard about that at church!!

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  6. Amish Annie is NOT going to stalk Carol from Bama now, I'm JUST kidding. Unless you want to do those things Carol. KIDDING. says:

    AHA; I AM VINDICATED! Wait, I have to stop and look up that word and make sure I’m using the right word.
    AAAAAND YESSS, I USED THE RIGHT WORD! VINDICATED! I am no longer the only one who thinks Mo is the hottest; I KNEW there were more of us out there.
    Carol from Bama, wanna be best friends? Wanna start a new Mo fan page? Let’s hang out and have sleepovers. I have lots of Bee Gee albums and an album cover only of Rod Stewart cuz I lost the album but we could play those at the sleepover. We’ll lay out in the sun (iodine?), steal liquor out of the house and we can go on vacation together. When we get old, we’ll live in senior housing together. Pinky pact?

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  7. Amish Annie is NOT going to stalk Carol from Bama now, I'm JUST kidding. Unless you want to do those things Carol. KIDDING. says:

    AHA; I AM VINDICATED! Wait, I have to stop and look up that word and make sure I’m using the right word.
    AAAAAND YESSS, I USED THE RIGHT WORD! VINDICATED! I am no longer the only one who thinks Mo is the hottest; I KNEW there were more of us out there.
    Carol from Bama, wanna be best friends? Wanna start a new Mo fan page? Let’s hang out and have sleepovers. I have lots of Bee Gee albums and an album cover only of Rod Stewart cuz I lost the album but we could play those at the sleepover. We’ll lay out in the sun (iodine?), steal liquor out of the house and we can go on vacation together. When we get old, we’ll live in senior housing together. Pinky pact?

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  8. Amish Annie is NOT going to stalk Carol from Bama now, I'm JUST kidding. Unless you want to do those things Carol. KIDDING. says:

    AHA; I AM VINDICATED! Wait, I have to stop and look up that word and make sure I’m using the right word.
    AAAAAND YESSS, I USED THE RIGHT WORD! VINDICATED! I am no longer the only one who thinks Mo is the hottest; I KNEW there were more of us out there.
    Carol from Bama, wanna be best friends? Wanna start a new Mo fan page? Let’s hang out and have sleepovers. I have lots of Bee Gee albums and an album cover only of Rod Stewart cuz I lost the album but we could play those at the sleepover. We’ll lay out in the sun (iodine?), steal liquor out of the house and we can go on vacation together. When we get old, we’ll live in senior housing together. Pinky pact?

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  9. Damn. I missed a lot yesterday. I feel so out of touch. Like I’ve been gone for weeks. Aack!

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  10. We totally used the baby oil with the iodine! I have NO idea what the iodine was supposed to do except add red color.
    And, seriously? Fay up there is totally right. There is NO WHERE on the internet that you can find the line of comments like this bunch! Holy moly.
    Glamour shots for the fibroid? DYING!
    Placental portraits? GOOD GOD!
    Oozy scab? ACK!
    And then the Bee Gees and disco.
    See how it all fits so nicely?

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