The Griffin - Atwater Village

After a day of work and some manual labor (did I sign up to double as an office mover?), I agreed to head out for a drink with TW. I always thought she was cool, but I could never tell if she was someone I'd hang out with outside of work. She did show questionable taste liking "the one I don't like" at work....

The Griffin is this cool little hangout with a fireplace and lots of good seating inside. They even have a juke box. I was pleasantly surprised by the fun songs people chose to play. I'm pretty sure I had some of them on 45.

Let's not forget about the guy who needed our "opinion" on whether he should go on some reality show to find out who his secret admirer is...does that line ever work for him?

After 4 cocktails, I can't remember much of what I told TW. I just hope that I didn't stab myself in the foot by blurting out my true feelings about the "team." Sartre was not kidding when he said that hell is other people...

A friend told me recently that I should feel better because now I know someone else hates it too. But just because I'm starving and I find out someone else is starving, it doesn't erase the fact that I'm starving. And that's not cool, right? Then again, I guess I shouldn't be talking about starving people because there are real people who are starving...but you get my point.

Although this job has driven me to have a cocktail every now and then, it's opened my eyes to the fun of drinking. :)

It's at 10AM?!

Three phone screens? Is that really necessary before having me run down the aisle at The Price Is Right? I'm only subjecting myself to this torture because they are Google...

And I want to tell them if they don't love me, it's ok to cut the cord. No point in dragging things out if they don't see a future for the two of us. You aren't going to bring me home to meet the parents, are you? Just tell me it's over so I can go find a new bay area love / employer. :)

I felt like I was back in college again. That first exam I had in Child Study 101. I stayed up all night cramming for a real college exam. I was going to rock it.

And then I woke up with that dreaded feeling where you know you totally overslept, but you have that split second of belief that you might be wrong.

Then you look at the clock...and you realize it's all over.

That same dread came over me this past Friday right after I picked up the phone at work. I had strolled in after grabbing coffee with a friend. I figured I had an hour to prepare for the interview. Run over my "story." I needed the pick-me-up since I forced myself to get up at 4am to listen to the earnings call the day before.

Hi, this is L.

Hi, this is C.

OH...I thought we were talking later at 11am....

No, I had it on my calendar for 10am. I would move it back, but I have a meeting.

Uh, ok. Well, I guess I won't have my last minute cram session. I'm ready to talk now if you are free...

Things sort of went up and down from there. I didn't really remember my name. I mumbled through my "interpretation" of their business model. That is, I threw out random terms hoping that one of them would make it seem like I knew something...and I actually do...it just didn't come across that way.

I wonder if it was as good for him as it was for me?