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What the heck is wrong with my unconscious mind?? I'm tired of dreaming about Park Place! Quit it!

(This time I was applying for a completely different job and Lynn wrote little anecdotes about my 8 hour interview process, including personal attacks such as "she smells bad." I was so upset I was about to sue her for defamation of character. Huh?)

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Patti took me into the conference room this afternoon to offer me the accounting assistant job. She also asked what my commitment was to the company, which was kind of funny. I told her I was going to be here for quite awhile, so she shouldn't worry.

So right now the plan is for me to keep on with the reception job, and then if I start having to take overtime a lot to finish things, she'll hire a new receptionist. Probably by then we'll be changing the office around a bit and I might get my own office, which is cool.

It's a gorgeous day. Potatoes are baking and salmon will be put under the broiler in a few minutes. Remmy is tuckered out from running at the "big park" (the one on campus). Tomorrow is Friday already. We're going to bed early. Life is good.