You know how pigs turn into wild boars if they're out in the woods for a week or whatever? That is just how I get if I don't have to get up early. I mean, I don't grow tusks and bristles. I mean I go back to my natural night-person ways.
I woke up at 10:00 today, despite the part where they're still putting up sidewalks in my neighborhood. You should see them digging up dead neighbor's yard. They've uprooted trees and everything. I have no idea why. Maybe because no one's there to stop them? There's a big yellow machine over there now. Hang on. I'll go take a picture.
Speaking of which, my people all know the rule, that they are not to call me between 9-5 because I get excited that it's a potential employer calling and they just annoy me when they call (Oh, and Dottie, got your message DURING THE DAY and yes, send that book. Thanks.) (and by the way, Peg calls 39494994 times a day, because you can't tell Peg anything) and my POINT is, yesterday the phone rang and it wasn't one of my people flouting the rules.
It was a company. A company where I had sent my impressive resume.
"Hellooooo?" I said, trying to sound all professional. "Yes, June Gardens? This is whoo-dee-whoo company. We received your resume…"
And that is when Edsel grabbed his squeak toy.
"The position we're seeking to fill requires–"
SKWEEEEEEEEEEK-EEEE SKAWEEEEEEEEEEEK! SKWEE SKWEEE SKWEE!
I tried to take it away from him. He thought I was playing tug of war. SQWEE! SQWEE SQWEEEEEE!
"May I ask you a few questions about your resume?"
SQUEE SQUEE SQUEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeee
I mean. He must have thought I was super excited about being called. Or had dreadful gas or something.
I finally had to get that stupid spitty thing from that creature, put it on the piano where he was stretching himself and fashioning a pole vault to get to it, dig out a rawhide treat and go in the bedroom and shut the door.
Anyway, the guy I talked to is forwarding my resume to the next person and they are calling me to schedule the interview. Or they're just laughing about the odd squeaky person. In the meantime I had to send references and they sent me the job description and the amount it pays, and did you ever see in the cartoons where someone gets dollar signs in their eyes? Holy cats.
Oh, and when I was outside, I took this picture.
So I will go. But it occurred to me it's been a long time since I asked where you at. I am in Greensboro, North Carolina. Where it has been 60 degrees all winter and the daffodils are up.
Where are you?