Okay, so Tuesday night, Laurie and James came over to the pub for a drink after I got off work. It was so much fun. yay! So anyway, we were talking about Laurie’s job, which is the ideal job, and how I need a job, told them the story about the aborted interview, etc, etc. On Wednesday, out of the blue, I get this phone call from a guy at Adecco Technical (a placement agency) saying he saw my resume on the internet, wanted to know if I was interested in an opening he had. It was for the Employment Guide, as a graphic designer, doing the stuff I love to do. Part-time, but whatever. Could I go for an interview on Friday? Of course! The only catch is, the office is in St Rose, which is past the airport. Quite a commute. About 45 minutes. But if it pays well enough, and if I can stay on at B&N part time, then, great. So I go on the interview. The woman interviewing me seems excited about my experience, which is absolutely perfect for the position. It’s a nice, modern office. Young-ish people working there, seems friendly, hours are good, etc, etc. I get a “test.” Two ads, thirty minutes. The first ad turns out fine. The second ad, I’m supposed to redesign to fit into a 2×2 space. Tiny, but whatever. I do it. Thirty seconds before the other graphic designer tells me my time’s up, I notice that it says 2x12. Ooops. No time to redesign. But I tell them my mistake, and now I’m hoping it doesn’t cost me the job. I know they were interviewing someone else. But come on…can anyone else have the kind of (free, targeted ad-only publication) experience I do? So I think I still have a good shot at it. Keeping my fingers crossed. Should hear today.

Saturday night was the film festival here that Evan won a prize in. It was cool, Mom came in with her new man, Jim, and George came. (Ew, double date with my mom. Creepy.) We went to the pub before for a drink. Woah, Jim’s nice, but he’s loud. And very friendly. And ever-so-slightly obnoxious. I liked him, though. After the drink, we left (whew) and went to the theater downtown. There was a little reception, then an hour’s worth of short films. Some of them good, some of them terrible and pretentious, some cute because they were done by teens. Then intermission and another hour of films. Naturally Evan’s was the last one shown. But it was worth the wait – his got the loudest applause and the biggest laughs. Yay! And now I have the trophy thing. A big chunk of plexiglass. Okay, so I’m supposed to send it to him. I will…eventually. Ha ha hahahahahah!

Yesterday George and I went to the Quarter and had beignets and walked around the French Market. It was fun. George cursed at tourists (under his breath) and afterwards we went to this cool used bookstore called Beckham’s. We bought some books. About London, of course. George is going in November for two weeks. 😦 This is probably the only time I wish I hadn’t left my last job, because then I could afford to go. Oh well, one day. So then we went and saw “Signs.” Eeeep! I thought I was going to die, it was so scary. I’m sure George’s arm is bruised today, because I was grabbing onto it for dear life. I’ve never been so happy a movie was over, except when I saw Alien 4. That was scarier. But I enjoyed this one, overall. Just couldn’t actually watch most of it.