Tuesday, August 14, 2007

A special day for a very special person!

I am risking my membership in the Super Duper Housewives Club today. I have a job interview.

One of my neighbors had a job looking over the greeting card aisle in our local grocery store. She wanted to stop working this job for a variety of reasons. Mostly being that she wants to retire and so she referred me to the position.

It will take two hours a week out of my incredibly hurried and busy life. I don't even know how much it pays. I don't care. I like the idea of getting out to listen to Muzak.

These days job hunters are warned that future employers will Google a prospective employee's name and email address to find how they've represented themselves on the internets. I'd like to welcome any "Greeting Card Company" representatives to my blog should I be subjected to such a search. Hello! I'm Becky. I'm a housewife.

If you don't mind, please avoid my last post about band camp. Don't look at these photos of my chest here and here. Ignore my story about gastrointestinal upset. Pay no attention to the reason I will not be having any more sons. Don't be concerned about my filthy language.

Despite everything I put out here for anyone and everyone to see, I promise I will be a good, hardworking, company loyal, employee. I promise I won't hawk no more dirty books. I promise I won't say no more bad swears. I promise I'll eat all my lima beans.

....and I promise to never make a post like this again.


  1. I think my sister worked that job for a while. She also did a stint stocking the L'eggs pantyhose section.

    Sadly, I haven't got anything informative to say on the subject.

  2. Hmmm ..... i'm looking for a new job.
    I might have to look into that ...

  3. Good luck with the job thingy.


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