Interviewing with a friend

It's more difficult to interview with a friend than you'd imagine. It's a little more relaxed than with a stranger, but that's not necessarily a good thing....for me anyway. I found myself joking and talking in a more friendly manner, and that means my answers were a little less well thought out than they might have been otherwise. For example, she asked if I was aggressive, and I was saying of course I'm not aggressive....but then I rethought it and said that I can be when I need to be (when a customer refuses to pay, etc). I don't think it matters since her mind was made up before the interview, but she needs to be able to tell HR (human resources) actual reasons I was chosen over the other candidates....more excel experience, more aggressive, etc. I don't think HR was going to accept that all my friends work down there was a good enough reason.

David is back to calling me every night. I think this is a good sign. He apologized for being too busy and broke to do anything right now. He just had to put 4 new tires and an alternator on the car. So, I think things are good with us for right now.

My eating is so bad it's off the charts. It's going to take a lot for me to start to do right on Sunday. I can tell it's going to be a constant struggle. When my dad first died, I did great and lost weight...but after about 2 weeks of that I haven't been able to keep it up for any length of time. It's time for me to stop using that as an excuse and get on with my life, I guess.