Bright and sunny and awfully cold today. Blustery is the word ‘they’ used to describe the weather today, and it fits perfectly. I had a camera interview scheduled for noon this afternoon, and me, being me, logged in at 11:58 AM. And I waited for Marcos or Brendan to join me.

Brendan was who I interviewed with yesterday, and Marcos was supposed to be another hurdle to impress. But I was there and they were not, which doesn’t make me too excited about the gig. And from what Jordan (the initial contact) said, they were in a hurry to fill the spot, which I suppose was going to be the upcoming Monday.

I guess they might have found someone else. There was a request to do the interview at 8:30 AM, and I suggested 9:30 AM would be better as I had an interview at 8:15 PM. There were supposed to be Italics that meant that that was not true. I would be no good to anyone at all at 8:30 AM, and I realized that.

Jordan rejected the 9:30 AM appointment and stated they would stick with the 12:00 PM appointment, which it turned out not to be, leaving me to think they found someone else. It was stressing me out somewhat, getting ahead of myself and thinking I would have to make a choice between which company wanted me in their services. I should’ve learned to grovel more, but that is something that I can’t do with any kind of sincerity.

The other firm for which I emailed a few resumes that they rejected, except for one, contacted me and let me know they could not get a specific piece of information from Bratty McGrotty. I did the legwork on that, even contacting Barbara Shorten with regard to the information.

By the time Barbara Shorten got back to me, I had already sent a PDF to the people doing a background check on me. My background check goes on. I think I am relatively clean in that area. I also have a phone interview tomorrow, a phone screen they call it. It’s at 12:30 PM so that is an agreeable time for me.

For some reason, I have been getting job offers from Asian Indians in Georgia. Different names, different emails, almost always with the same job listing and almost always a two month assignment with a possibility of going further than that. I’m not too sure about that, though and try to be polite as I turn down their job offer in Manhattan, sent from Dixie.

Mike is still stuck in his crib, Bill is below the Mason-Dixon line, and I sit at home. I was planning on seeing Ro Dā since he invited me when I saw him the other day. But today was not the day. We made a tentative plan for Sunday, which by that time, Bill may be back in Hoboken.

Meanwhile, the country is sinking into a morass it has never seen before.