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Woot on the Job Front

I just got an email from the recruitment agent I've been dealing with for the Accenture role, and I'm being put forward for a specific role on a specific project, so it looks like I made it to the next stage of the process.

I feel better now.

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paradigmshifty
Apr. 16th, 2007 12:34 am (UTC)
You sound like a health fund advert
travisjhall
Apr. 16th, 2007 12:49 am (UTC)

Good. The relocation agent I've talked to this morning says she really needs one of us to be employed in order to help us.

Regarding which, please call me ASAP.

paradigmshifty
Apr. 16th, 2007 01:00 am (UTC)
Were you aware that you had left the passenger side door on your car open all night?
greenglowgrrl
Apr. 16th, 2007 03:51 am (UTC)
*crossing fingers*
fishlivejournal
Apr. 16th, 2007 04:05 am (UTC)
Excellent! Hope things continue to go well here, and improve on other fronts.
non_lj_mark
Apr. 16th, 2007 04:29 am (UTC)
Congrats!!
emilyjane
Apr. 16th, 2007 06:03 am (UTC)
Got team you! *fingers crossed for you*
catcom
Apr. 16th, 2007 07:17 am (UTC)
Grats!

*stealthy insert of personal question*
Didja get me email?
*ninja away!*
halloranelder
Apr. 16th, 2007 08:02 am (UTC)
Um, yes, but I haven't had time to actually look at it yet. Will do sometime this week.
catcom
Apr. 16th, 2007 08:06 am (UTC)
Well, unless I wrote it wrong, a major theme is, "I know you must be really, really busy", so that's okay. :)

I forgot to mention, but if you need packing or cleaning skills, I'm happy to help out.
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