Interview Sockkage
Today I made someones interview not sock!
Yes I said sock not suck.
So I'm sitting there quite seriously asking this fellow what his experience level is with such n' such software...yadda..yadda, and I notice that he seems to be looking at the ground alot when I try to make eye contact. Hmmm...maybe somethings down there. So when he's not looking I steal a glance at the area near my primly crossed feet to see what is so interesting.
Doh...I've pulled a Sabine. My Happy Bunny socks peeking from above my Danskos have upstaged me! Hah...oh well. I just left it like that. A good sense of humor is a requirement for this job anyway...
posted by nicknameless at 2:40 PM
6 Comments:
awesome
i love that bunny
did the poor soul get the job or were his socks too boring?
yes, happy bunny is one of my favorites!
no...very boring stripey business socky, but that's not the only reason he didn't make par
you rock socks
Except this morning, in my distracted rush, I put on Jeni's Danskos instead of mine. Oopsie. And hers even have little IF stickers in them to distinguish them. But in the brain addled state of pre-coffee morning, thats not enough.
So, I told Jeni that she could have her pick of my clogs to wear to make up for it.
Thats how things work at the Dukes Hotet
think i'm gonna have to move in, i'm a size 9/9.5, can i make the cult, i mean cut
You two girls as roomies would put the hotet over z top. It would be the grooviest shaggidelic house in z world. Command central on pink n' black steroids with little kitty crops , danskos arranged neatly, bikes on every wall, and of course perfect little finger sandwhiches.
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