So this is what it feels like...

... to be a cat. Stretched out on the couch, warm sunlight spilling over you, drifting off to sleep. Very pleasant. I can see why they do it. This was my post afternoon crash and burn after this morning's DRAMA!

Today was Interview With Company E day. I was... absolutely sick with nerves. I was up until 2:30 am drying and straightening my hair (it takes AGES. If you've seen it, you will understand), and writing out some wanky little document about my awesome projects and skillz. I intended to take the document with me to my interview, cunningly asking if I might refer to notes, and OH, HERE'S A COPY FOR YOU which I would totally leave with them and they would read and I would be all SCORE!

Except, of course, I don't have a printer. As a now-legal-but-still-officially-temporary migrant, I don't own housey things. At all. I have a laptop with a mobile broadband dongle thingie, and that's it. So, Himself very kindly brought home his office printer, so I could hook it up to the printer in the evening and everything would be SWEET.

Fail.

In what seems to be a Grand New Zealand tradition, the printer is ancient. It's driver disk is a FLOPPY. And, oddly enough, I don't have a floppy drive on my laptop. *sigh*

( Tangential rambling! Click Here! )

Anyway! ( Here's how it went - see how I save you from my ramblings with the clicky? YOU'RE WELCOME. )

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Wish me luck, dudes. I shall keep you posted, although if I get the job you will probably hear my victory yell from wherever you are on our little blue marble.