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2003-11-12 @ 4:13 p.m. While I was cavorting with Julio, a baby was born in a nearby hospital to a mother who had no interest in raising her. This tiny baby forced my boss and the office manager to drop all planned activities today to transport her to a foster family up north. I felt a bit jealous at not getting to go along for the ride with the baby. That seems like a much more exciting time than staying here to hold down the fort. I remember being so fascinated by babies when I was little. I would hold the newborn babies of my cousins for hours at a time. Somewhere along the line, babies lost their luster for me. I’m thinking that’s a good thing. I dreaded coming back to work today. The dreariness was compounded by my being alone. Perhaps that was fortuitous though as the drug rep guy was able to call me back with no one the wiser. He was very kind. He warned me that it might be difficult to get into the business as everyone and their brother wants in on the huge pharmaceutical market. He said that I had two things going for me—some experience in the medical field and that his company was hiring a ton of people. He gave me two district sales managers to fax resumes to and directed me to apply online. I asked him about the ease of relocating and he told me not to mention such a thing in an interview, but that once you are in the door, it shouldn’t be too big of a hassle. Then he told me that if was hired as his partner, he would just drug me so I would stay. I will give it a shot. The worst that will happen is nothing. On my long drive back from meeting with Julio, I felt a lot of my anger toward Tim dissipate. No sudden understanding of his behavior befell me, but I decided that someone who makes a huge mistake deserves nothing more energy-expending than pity. Linda called me to see if I wanted to go to trivia tonight. I don’t. I’m tired and I want to figure out what to say on my application that will make them want to hire me even though I don’t have a lick of sales experience. Linda told me carefully that Tim asked if she would go with him to trivia next week. I can’t help hoping that he does go and that it makes him a little sad to sit there. Love to all. Images from emode.com's inkblot test. Words are the property of Corazon. |
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