Is there more pizza in my future?

The schedule has gone out the window. I don’t know this dog anymore. The past couple of days I’ve gotten up with him between 4:30 and 5:30am to let him out. After Bruno does his business, he goes back to bed until close to 8am. I don’t get it. The time change was last week and now my routine is messed up. Our walk didn’t take place until after 9am. I’ve got things to do, Bruno. It’s not all about you....well, I guess it really is.

I thought Friday was over when I last blogged but it wasn’t. Several weeks ago I had a phone screen for a green energy company in Manitowoc. They are looking for the right fit and the marketing position will be designed around that person’s talents. I did my best, sent my follow up and went on to other opportunities. You know, gotta keep moving forward yet spinning the plate every so often. In the afternoon, while I was out, a message was left. The VP of Sales and Marketing wants to meet face-to-face. Hot dog! The meeting was scheduled for this morning but late yesterday an emergency required my interview to be postponed to next Tuesday. More waiting, but I’m happy to wait on a good opportunity.

The weekend was delightful – warm and sunny; the last of summer slipping slowly away. Doc and I had houseguests from Lake Geneva Saturday night. By the time they left on Sunday, we were tired out. But it was a good tired.

Monday brought another opportunity for a face-to-face interview, well, mostly face-to-face (part of this one will be done by video-conferencing – very cool) scheduled for Friday of this week. That’s 2! Count 'em, 2 in-person interviews! I haven’t been able to score an in-person interview since late July. And now I have 2! Can you tell I’m very happy? To celebrate, we had pizza delivered. This is such a treat because two pizzas from delievered Pizza Hut costs $25, after a coupon and with a small tip for the driver. We always have leftovers (good for the next day or two) but to us it’s extravagant, nonetheless. Making it better, it was delivered by Thompson, one of the regular delivery guys we would get until we stopped having pizza delivered last Spring. He’s a really good guy who always has a positive attitude and a kind word. This time, he was happy about the for sale sign in the yard. Thompson knew I was unemployed so he thought we were celebrating a new job. It was so hard to tell him that wasn’t the case. He felt so bad. I didn’t want him to going away less than his usual self so I told him about the upcoming interviews. It helped. He wished me luck and hoped he would see us again soon. I do, too.