Journey To Blissville

Not really. But I would have gone to some fancy-pants networking event where I was required to give a 60 sec speech about myself.

Sixty seconds is a long time and it is no time at all. At my old job I spoke in public all the time but it’s much easier to pimp a product than it is to pimp yourself.

So by the time you read this my belly should be filled with the yummy goodness of applewood bacon and if I didn’t puke on myself because I was so nervous, there should be a job lead or two.

Hula,
Tex

PS: Just letting you know that if I did puke or this went badly, you can find me at Katz’s Deli crying into a Rolling Rock and a short stack.

UPDATE: This was supposed to post at 8:30 am. Here is what happened. Meeting was at 7:00. I woke up at 6:38. Thank GOD I showered last night and had my clothes laid out. Thank goodness my skin is flawless and looks good with no make up because there was no time for primping and I don’t drive and apply.

Got raves on my speech. No job leads. Maybe working at The Starbucks by the end of the week if nothing comes through.

Please send me positive thought and good job vibes.