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Steve had the Seattle interview yesterday. Called me from the airport, utterly puzzled by what he said was the weirdest interview ever. He flew in and drove to the site. Two guys, no time, pinging questions at him for about fifteen minutes. Then they left, and he spent more time filling out all the mandatory paperwork–yes, you can drug test me, yes you can check to see if I have a criminal record–than he did with them. But they talked salaries, moving expenses etc. His take was neither positive nor negative. We’ll see. I’ve allowed myself to start thinking about Seattle realistically, but might have to reel myself in a little.
Trundled over to Chris’ house last night to dogsit Jenny, and staying there was a better option simply because Sadie has her food out here and nibbles all day. With the pancreatitis, Jenny has to be on a very low fat diet and gets awfully sick if she eats regular food. In any case, it was strange. His new house is SO beautiful, but it was still weird staying at my ex-boyfriend’s. Told Steve the plan yesterday, and he, naturally, responded with, “I’m going to kick his ass.”