And now for the upstairs....

As I write I am eating taquitos with lots of sour cream, rice and beans of course with a Coke. For lunch I had steak and portabello mushroom fahitas with chimiechurrie sauce (I have no idea how to spell that) sour cream and rice and beans. If I said that Mexican food was my weakness I wouldn’t be lying however somedays I might do the same thing with Chinese or any other Asian variety. The truth is food in general is my weakness. But I think we already established that. No? Oh yeah I also had two rock stars and a strawberry-pineapple smoothie at work. Ok I had a bowl of vanilla ice cream with chocolate ganache too. Jeeze what a pig.

I have not heard back from the H.R. lady who I had an interview with last Tuesday. She said it would be five to ten days but of course I am impatient. The funny part is I don’t even want that job but I will be crushed if I don’t get an offer. If I don’t get an offer I of course will blame it on the assessment test. I had to have failed the math part unless I am a really good guesser.

This was the second math test I have taken for a restaurant management position. I have yet to use math like the math questions in the tests at my current job and I find it hard to believe that I would in any restaurant management position. This just like high school when I said "I’m never going to use this, why are they testing me on it" all over again. Had they told me in high school that yes its true you won’t ever really need to use the math, you will just need it to get a job and then never use it again then I might have studied it enough to get by.

I am worried however that if I do go into real estate I might need to know the math and that kind of freaks me out. Is there somebody back at the real estate office who figures all that stuff out for you? Surely there is. Another thing about going in to real estate that worries me is looking good enough. I want to be the hot real estate agent who dresses in designer clothes and has the perfect manicure and pedicure. Not a fat blob that runs out of breath when it is time to show you the upstairs of the house!

I have another phone interview with a recruiter on Monday. It is for a restaurant in Chicago. I am really not interested at all in jobs in Chicago but I am going to try to get as many interviews in as possible so I can get good at it.

Oh yeah just for kicks I sang Johnny Cash’s Ring of Fire front to end as loud as possible into my sister who hates country music work voicemail. She is going to love that first thing Monday morning.