i had an interview friday, for the position of office assistant at o'brien energy co. it's an oil and gas company in shreveport.
i was telling hilary before my interview that i hoped it was run by fiercely loyal irish people, so i'd just walk in and they'll be all "och, aye, ireen siochan, is't? it's hired ya are! 'ere! have a pot o' health coverage! AND GOOOLD! " and we'll all just sit around all day eating lucky charms and potatoes [separately] and making fun of british people.
it didn't go quite like that, but it went well.
on a related note, you never realize how much lint is on your shirt until you sit in a reception area full of more obscure 'forbes' publications and magazines about fishing in iceland and how to make private jet ownership less inconvenient.
trust me.
[but erin, where did you get that title?]