?

Log in

Before | After

On the job front

The lunch with the people from Company R went well today.

Six of us total, including myself, the guy who interviewed me and four of the programmers. There are a few more people in the company but they couldn't be there for a number of reasons (including one being at home resting after being hit by a car last weekend) which is why the lunch was originally going to be next week.

Nice group of guys and very much a bunch of geeks. I felt right at home. Afterwards I chatted with the guy who interviewed me again and he said he's going to think about things over the weekend. I got the general impression that the question wasn't whether they should hire me, but whether they should hire me now. I talked with Lucy afterwards and she seemed to get the same impression. The reason is that there are a number of new projects coming up that are 99% certain, and they will need a new developer for them, but they aren't signed yet so they aren't certain.

Lucy rang for my referee's and is hunting them up while they think over the situation this weekend. I should have an answer one way or the other on Monday. Either way I have a job.

Fingers crossed.

Tags:

Latest Month

July 2016
S M T W T F S
     12
3456789
10111213141516
17181920212223
24252627282930
31      

Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

Tags

Powered by LiveJournal.com
Designed by Teresa Jones