Quasi Job

Today, I got a quasi job offer.  A "work for a couple of months and we'll see how it goes" kind of offer.  Well, I'm grateful.  That's better than nothing.  And when people ask, "Do you have a job yet?" I can look them in the eye and say yes.  It's certainly a step in the right direction.  But it's not, "OMG, yes, you're brilliant and we have to have you!"  So we'll see what happens.

My job interview with the lawyer at the divorce firm who sent me all those emails is tomorrow, so I'm hoping that will turn into something more promising. We will see what happens, but I would be lying if I said I didn't have super high hopes.  My mom says that my gray suit will be lucky.  I tried it on this morning with a black top and, I have to say, it does look pretty good.  The skirt is really flattering.  I wish I could wear it with the pink jacket, but, unfortunately, job interviews are so serious that I am afraid this would be damning evidence against me.  Why does the criteria have to be so strict?  Look really put together, of course, but why does it matter what colors you wear?  It seems like, in a sea of black suits, how can we even stand out?  If we ALL wear pearls, does it make my pearls seem less special?  I think it must, and I do wish that I could somehow break through this job interview monotony and be a breath of fresh air--but how does a girl do that without some pink?  I guess I have to use my sunny disposition.  I'll polish up the charm tonight.

I'm also gearing up for Andy's birthday.  When I asked him what kind of cake he wanted, he said he didn't know.  But I know that he lives and breathes for key lime pie, so I decided to make that.  But then, when I went to world market and found that delicious raspberry dessert wine, I thought, "maybe THIS will make him marry me" and planned to make cheesecake instead.  Then I started wondering--but what would he REALLY prefer?  I have the wine, but he loves key lime---why not make both?  So, this morning, that is what I did.

Here's my key lime pie....  It will be garnished with fresh limes and whipped cream, but whipped cream sinks down if you put it on too soon, so it has to stay bare until dessert time!

Here's the cheesecake before I cooked it....  It just looked and tasted so yummy, I had to save the picture.  Mmmm.  Good thing you can't see where I stuck my finger in to have a little tasty taste.  My dad says no good chef doesn't taste his own creations, and I have grown to live by that model.

Here's the finished cheesecake, cooling on the counter.  I read online that the top breaks like that because it is slightly overcooked, but whenever I try to cook it less, it is too goopy in the middle--so I figure I'd rather have a few small cracks in the top than a goopy mess.  Cheesecake does happen to be one of my specialities anyway.  My family always requests it.  Usually I make a raspberry sauce or do a chocolate (or pumpkin) swirl, but I'm sticking to the plain, tried and true, perfect cheesecake today--and hopefully Andy will love the dessert wine, too.  It's very high in alcohol content, which is promising, too.  A night full of fun awaits, I hope.

So here's my brilliant plan:  Tonight, we're going out for Thai.  (Our favorite: Pad Thai and red beef curry---omg, heavenly.)  Then, we'll maybe rent a movie (his choice, he's the birthday boy), eat some cheesecake and drink some raspberry deliciousness.  When I go to pick him up from work, he'll see the cheesecake and think that's it.  And he'll be thrilled (I hope).

Then, tomorrow, I'll whip out the key lime pie and I will go from the awesomely amazing girlfriend with the cheesecake and raspberry wine to the best girlfriend in the world, bar none, because I did cheesecake AND key lime pie.  And a pretty great present, if I do say so myself.  (And I do.)  Plus we're going out to dinner with his friends and taking the boat up to the restaurant, so that should be fun, too.  And his dad is coming down from Richmond to go fishing with him during the day, so I can go to my job interview without guilt. 

It seems like a recipe for success to me.