October 16th 03, 02:56 AM
This morning I interviewed with an interior decorator for a job.
Actually, we interviewed each other, and we both came away with the
notion that we will be able to work well together.
The interview was at her condo. I arrived there to discover that it
is a secure gated community, and she had given me no code to punch into
the automatic gate. Living, as I do, in the age of dinosaurs, without a
cell phone, I was unable to alert her to my plight. 'OK', I thought, 'if
this is a test, I can get in!' A garbage truck was
just leaving, but I couldn't drive through fast enough to make it
through before the gates closed. Four more sets of locked gates
presented themselves down a long block. The walls were brick, and too
high to climb over. (I did consider it.)
The condos had no street numbers on the blind street side, so I parked
the car in a "WE TOW!!!" zone, hoping I'd make it back before they
hauled my car away, and trudged across the street.
I was able to turn sideways and squeeze through a gate, (Five pounds
heavier, and I'd have had to grease up with Crisco to get in.), then
walked to the end of the block to find the building I sought. It had two
locked garage doors, and one tiny, solid, securely locked door. Both
sides of the building turned blind eyes to the neighborhood.
'This is freaky', I thought, hands on hips, looking for some way to
conquer the mountain.
(Superman and his impregnable mountain came to mind.) I gave a moment's
thought to throwing my head back and yodeling, as I could see open
windows on several balconies. I was getting hot under the collar.
Striding to the back of the building, I found an opening, and an
unmarked, thick, brushed steel elevator door. My imagination turned to
Bond..James Bond, as I rode up. The hairs were standing up on the back
of my neck.
The interview was a let-down after the lead in, but I decided I could
work with this decorator, so I hired her. ; )
The good sewing news: I bought a blind hem machine today, LN, for
very little money. I'd seen the ad in the newspaper two days ago. Gotta
have a blindhemmer for drapes, sheers, and the like. Is this Karma, or
what??
Cea
Actually, we interviewed each other, and we both came away with the
notion that we will be able to work well together.
The interview was at her condo. I arrived there to discover that it
is a secure gated community, and she had given me no code to punch into
the automatic gate. Living, as I do, in the age of dinosaurs, without a
cell phone, I was unable to alert her to my plight. 'OK', I thought, 'if
this is a test, I can get in!' A garbage truck was
just leaving, but I couldn't drive through fast enough to make it
through before the gates closed. Four more sets of locked gates
presented themselves down a long block. The walls were brick, and too
high to climb over. (I did consider it.)
The condos had no street numbers on the blind street side, so I parked
the car in a "WE TOW!!!" zone, hoping I'd make it back before they
hauled my car away, and trudged across the street.
I was able to turn sideways and squeeze through a gate, (Five pounds
heavier, and I'd have had to grease up with Crisco to get in.), then
walked to the end of the block to find the building I sought. It had two
locked garage doors, and one tiny, solid, securely locked door. Both
sides of the building turned blind eyes to the neighborhood.
'This is freaky', I thought, hands on hips, looking for some way to
conquer the mountain.
(Superman and his impregnable mountain came to mind.) I gave a moment's
thought to throwing my head back and yodeling, as I could see open
windows on several balconies. I was getting hot under the collar.
Striding to the back of the building, I found an opening, and an
unmarked, thick, brushed steel elevator door. My imagination turned to
Bond..James Bond, as I rode up. The hairs were standing up on the back
of my neck.
The interview was a let-down after the lead in, but I decided I could
work with this decorator, so I hired her. ; )
The good sewing news: I bought a blind hem machine today, LN, for
very little money. I'd seen the ad in the newspaper two days ago. Gotta
have a blindhemmer for drapes, sheers, and the like. Is this Karma, or
what??
Cea