fuck

Looks like I'm catching a cold.

The Forever War

Just got off the phone with a Tauran (All high-ranking HR reps are unfeeling, unblinking clones). I may or may not get a phone call back from Compound Therapeutics regarding a cell culture-related job opportunity of some sort. I'm too sleepy to care much either way. I think I come across as too earnest when I do phone screens while tired:

HR: Why did you pursue a technical position with Raytheon?
Me: Because that's where the money was.

I should stick to the bullshit spiel, for the sake of appearances. Taurans prefer humans that can talk like a brochure.

Compound

This entry is not about the big headache currently pounding in my left temple. Ow. I will take Ibuprofen.

This entry is about getting a phone call back from CT! I have to schedule a phone interview with the person who would be my boss. I'll make sure to get plenty of sleep, first.

Ow. What's up with this headache?

policy

I deleted a comment because it had my real name on it. No offense taken or intended or anything -- I just keep my meat name separate from my LJ name, in case Mom learns to use Google or something.