tgi...

all's well that ends well. great, great interview today. not corporate america. not even kinda-sorta-a-little-bit. not even if-you-squint-really-tightly-after-a-glass-of-cabernet-(don't mind if i do)-maybe. this, THIS, my dears, is a job i could gladly take a break from emails to all of you (sorry-- 'rent due mothafucker...' points if you get that reference) to do. jeans. indirect lighting. that's not fluorescent. NO CUBE. NO BEIGENESS. and. and. AND. they all look like they enjoy themselves. i'm touching myself at the prospect.

and yes, d.c., i'd gladly sell each and everyone of you to the devil if it meant staving off cockroaches in room 101: i couldn't agree more.

is there a patron saint for job interviewees?