santa baby

Santa* was very kind to me this year. I was given free reign to shop at H&M, courtesy of a gift certificate from mom and dad, an Audrey Hepburn DVD box set from the loverly Kate, and in the just-what-I-always-wanted file: a claddagh ring from mon petit prince.

It's the most wonderful time of the year.

* Santa: yes, I believe in him. He is personified in the jolly-ness of my friends and family.

me have two jab!

For any/all of you who still care about my current employment situation (and I don't blame you if you've tuned out...I wish I could tune out myself but, well, it's my life). I went for YET ANOTHER interview at a very slick, very chic, very..."Devil Wears Prada" meets "Ugly Betty" environment (which, by the way, has anyone else noticed that the same plot is used for both feature film and sitcom syndicate?). The plastic, buxom blond who greeted/interviewed me also caters to the 30-something CEO of the company, getting his breakfast and coffee at 7:30 a.m. daily, and the rest of the polished metrosexual employees spend their time stockpiling contra to subsidize their salaries, and eye positions in finance and/or sales on the side. It just didn't sound "me".

So I completed the interview as politely as I could and left.

The good news is that another company, a much warmer, friendlier company, has contacted me to give me their front desk coordinating position. The only problem is that they keep apologizing up, down and sideways that the job won't "be what you're used to", "isn't high-powered" and that I'm overqualified.

I told them I'll start on Monday.

Now to give away my part-time Starbucks hours. Except for the odd evening/weekend I might keep around, because, heck, why not make up for all those days spent doing nothing at all?

Did I just waste another entire post with employment updating?

(if anyone, and I mean ANYONE needs tips on interviews/resumes/job hunting, do let me know...I've picked up a thing or two over the past few months and would be more than happy to pass on the wealth of knowledge - gleaned by trial and error - to anyone who might find themselves in the same or similar circumstances)

patsy-cake

Last week, a customer at Starbucks (don't worry, love, it wasn't the "lusty Irishman"...it was a lusty Italian man) told me I looked like Patsy Kensit. She, apparently, starred in Lethal Weapon 2 with Mel Gibson. I wouldn't have thought much of it except that another customer, along with his friend, mentioned the same thing today. I smiled and nodded. Once I looked her up for myself, I realized it was meant as a compliment. I had no idea who she was.

This reminded me that I used to get Lauren Holly when I was in high school, back when she was dating Jim Carrey, people knew who she was, and she was blond. Once, on the street, an older man said I looked like Britt Ekland, one time Bond Girl, and ex-wife of Peter Sellers. I also get Gollum, Ren, and Ezma but the people who mentioned these similarities have been shipped off to South East Asia so I don't suggest you try it yourself.

This lead me further down the look-alike road and reminded me that recently I began a game with someone who didn't want to participate called, informally, "What Celebrity Couple Would Play Us In The Movie Of Our Lives?". The runners up to play Andrew and me included:

• Pete Sanpras and Bridgette Wilson
• Matthew Broderick and Sarah Jessica Parker
• Chris Martin and Gwenyth Paltrow
• Anne and Gilbert

I'm secretly hoping that this launches a cross-blog Celebrity Look-Alike-a-Thon of epic proportions.

For those of you who read my blog and I have never met in person: you may send the links anyway but I won't be able to verify the resemblance. I'll take your word for it.