Before I interviewed for this new job, I was told a few things:
”Don’t wear a suit, it won’t get you anywhere. Dress comfortably.” ”It’s going to be a long day, so get alot of rest, keep hydrated, and have fun” and “I hope you like animals.” What?
So I get to the building, meet the recruiter, and share the elevator up to the sixth floor with a puggle puppy and a full-grown yellow lab. I.Freaking.Love.This.Place! You can take your dog to work! It’s hardly the point that I don’t have a dog, ‘cuz I’m getting one!
And it’s the first thing I did. Even before making sure I had more than beer, water and wine in the fridge. Here she is:
The little terror. She has zero clue that she’s 3lbs and can make grown dogs shudder when she comes trotting down the hall at work.
Chloe and Alfred: Almost work friends.
We’re still working on potty training, not whining when I leave for a meeting, and not terrorizing Alfred the Big Brown Dog. But she’s terribly cute, and knows it. Dammit.
September 29, 2007 at 11:39 pm
Now that is a rather cue dog.
September 30, 2007 at 6:40 pm
Why thank you! Aside from the fact that she ate a 2-inch hole in my friends bedroom carpet last week while I was in Wisconsin consuming large amounts of fried cheese curds and beer (all that is apparently served in a place where people wear large foam wedges of fake cheese on their heads at sporting events–not a joke), I quite like her myself *insert wry smile here*