Good Jeopardy question.
The building blocks of DNA. I have to admit, I've over-prepared for my interview with biotech company/prospective client. Pulled out my 1978 paperback edition of The Double Helix. Figured out that one of the principals has done lots of research on the retinas of mice. Nice coincidence is that Daph works for a world-reknowned retina specialist. For people. I want to drop his name (he knows mouse-retina dude well), but I'm afraid he won't give a good reference. He's only seen me in kook-mode.
The truth is, they don't give a shit what I know about DNA, retinas, lab rats or anything to do with science. They've got that covered. On the other hand, it might make me stand out from the crowd of accountant-drones. But maybe that's what they want.
Oh, well. Either way, I'm sure I'll reveal my goofball non-accountant nature and they'll either love me or they'll hate me. Both are good outcomes, ultimately. I tried to express my philosophy in my proposal. Which reminds me - I need to scan it and send it now. Hang on a minute!
...ok, the die is cast.
As for The D, he's having digestive problems - not the usual ones. I've been giving him bananas, Teddy Grahams and Pepto Bismol. I guess the meatloaf didn't agree with him yesterday.
Shernitra is back! Hallelujah! Praise the Lord. I told her I loved her about 15 times today. And I do. Soooo much. My bed is made, my socks are matched, the kitchen counter is clean, laundry's caught up... Life is good.
Ok, I need to stop blogging and go figure out tomorrow's interview outfit. Client work before and psychologist appointment after. Couldn't have planned it better.
Oh, heard from my sweet GF, Melanie - the Jewish Carol - tonight. Love, love, love her. It's been a year since we've seen each other - I went to Baltimore last February.
Better go lay out my clothes and set my alarm. This proposal took much longer than I anticipated so I need to get up early and do some major bank-rec work.
I hope to have great news to report around this time tomorrow...
Welcome to my world!
My life's been crazy since my Daddy moved in with me immediately after my mother's death in October 2010. My one and only kiddo headed to college at Carolina at the end of August. So...I lived on my own, for the first time in my life, for a total of a blissful six weeks. Then, I started the parenting gig with my dad. He's a combination of a grouchy old man, a surly teenager and a temperamental toddler. Needless to say, I get very close to the brink of insanity sometimes. I get through life by finding the humor in difficult circumstances. And for some reason, I wind up in the weirdest situations. I couldn't make this stuff up. So I wind up having lots and lots crazy adventures which make great stories to share with my friends. Writing about my life is so therapeutic. My ramblings range from funny to sad to angry (full of cuss words) to sweet. While my focus is dealing with the trials and tribulations of being a parent to my Daddy, I have lots of random, totally unrelated posts. Whatever's on my mind. I love to make people laugh, and I'm happy to think my readers will get my strange sense of humor. And maybe, people who are in my situation will be encouraged. That's all I can hope for...