Monthly Archives: April 2007

What’s yours?


Back when I interviewed for this job, one of the questions was, “What would you say is your biggest fault as an employee?”

Pretty standard question, I’m sure you’ve all heard it at some point.  And I went with the stock answer.
“Sometimes I can be too much of a perfectionist.”

And while there are elements of truth to that, (more specifically, I don’t like to take something on unless I know I can rock and be a total showoff about how good I am at it) that’s not why I choose that answer.  I choose it because an article on job interviews told me so.

We all know the proper answers to these questions, the standard responses that help project the image we’re going for, that we’re saints, starstruck by the company.

Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I said any of the things that pop into my head when asked that sort of question.

“What would you say is your biggest fault as an employee?”

“Well ……….. I drink.  A lot.  At work.  And when I drink I get really …………… slutty.”

Which isn’t true, but in a way it’s a very truthful answer because it illustrates my actual biggest fault as an employee.  That I think things like that.  And would consider saying them.  In an interview.



This afternoon I’ve been doing a bit of long overdue cleaning.  There is a file cabinet of stuff next to my desk that been sitting there basically untouched since two receptionists ago.  Oh, I’d opened it, poked around in them when I started, but didn’t know if any of the files, cords, etc were going to be necessary to my job or if someone was going to come looking for them.  And in the three years since, my lack of using it has made it sorta blend in.  Hiding in plain sight.  Today, as I was dusting the printer that sits on top, it occurred to me that A.) it exists, and B.) if I haven’t needed to open it in three years, it’s OFFICIALLY safe to toss the contents.

No major dirt on the receptionist before the receptionist before me.  (Coworker, She of the Lovely Curls was the one before me.)  Other than wondering why she had that tiny scale.  And that she underlined info about a rather good-looking (and twenty years her junior) ex employee, like his birthday and cell number.  *arches eyebrow*  Ooooooooooolala.

I did find a two inch stack of blank checks however …………..

………….. see you guys in Rio De Janeiro.

Sunset Hike


Foreshadowing. Ha.


Between the eucalyptus trees, that’s El Capitan Mountain.



Strangely, the whole hike I didn’t see a single rattlesnake.  I heard one in these rocks, rattling, and I took him at his word and left.


A farm hiding on the edge of track houses?


“Watch your head, this trail isn’t very wide.”


Luca decides the trail might not be the best place to stand.



(Taken a split second before we both ended up with a mouthful of dirt.)



I think this one was worth sitting in a bush.  In a trail of red ants.

*scratches her thigh*


Heading home.