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I'm on drugs right now (all legal) so I'm pretty loopy. For some reason, I am allergic to my house, so my whole head, including my eyes and nose, is itchy, so I took some Benedryl. Then, because it's night time I told my usual drugs, which kind of make me loopy. I also threw in some Advil because I have a headache...

Perhaps this is not the best time to blog. I will however, tell you my most embarrassing work story, which I was moderately prepared to tell at my interview today. I read through a lot of interview questions and "what was your most embarrassing moment" is a pretty common one, so I felt like I needed to be prepared. I didn't have to look too long to find my most embarrassing work moment...

I started back to work when Sweet Pea was 12 weeks old and because I was nursing, I needed to pump 4-5 times per day. Thankfully I had an office with a door, but unfortunately my door didn't lock. I made a sign for my door that said something to the extent of "please don't come in." My office was 95% women and they all know that I was nursing and pumping. I don't think that anyone thought to tell the lone man, who was my manager. He came to my door one day and knocked. I was so freaked out that someone was knocking while I was pumping that I didn't say "don't come in." I thought that my assistant, who sat right outside my door, would take care of that. Anyway, my manager knocked twice and then just opened the door. He looked appalled and SO embarrass and couldn't get out quickly enough. Strangely enough, I was not that embarrassed. Breast pumps actually give you a lot of coverage and I had been pumping while traveling for months by that point. My breast pump hooked into my bra, for hands free pumping, so I frequently had to pump while driving 1-2 hours on the way to see a client. I lived in fear of getting pulled over by a cop while pumping. Someday I will tell Sweet Pea what I did for her.

My second most embarrassing work moment involves a total wipe out on wet pavement while wearing new shoes. I thought that I was going to have to go to the hospital after that one. Thankfully, I had extra panty hose in my purse. That's a story for another day.

To get to the point--because there is one. My interview today went well. The job isn't perfect, but I'm not sure if such a thing exists. I like her and she seems like she would be a good person to work for. I need to send her a sample of my writing and I can write about anything. I'm torn between doing something "safe" and writing about finance/money/saving early is important or doing something completely crazy and writing about the Fourth Movement of Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, which is my favorite piece of music. My writing about the symphony would probably be better, but it is risky. I will sleep on it.

Now I feel too high to continue.