PowerPoint
I'm at that stage in what I laughingly call my 'career' that means whenever I go for a job interview I have to do a presentation.
And I hate it.
Talking to a bunch of people holding clipboards and scribbling a lot is a sweaty-palm type scenario for me. Presentations to normal people are ok, but the crappy ones you have to do for interviews are always more about whether you can talk while referring to a screen behind you without looking like a weathergirl.
I've got one on Monday.
Poot.
posted by Shizue @ 7:04 PM
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Did you see that episode of Black Books where Fran got a job and didn't know what it was? She did a presentation where she just drew a circle and a dot and an arrow on a flip chart and gave it some corporate guff "Is this...all we can be? Are we, or are we not....a company?" You should not do that.
Good luck!
I don't know. If she got the job...
Good luck Binky. If in doubt, just flash them your boobs. Always worked for me.
Did you know she'd been showing your breasts to people?
How'd your interview go?
Got the job!! Woohoo!!!!
Meg - I told you those breasts were for special use only. I'll have them back now thank you very much.
Hah! I've got 'Associate' in my title now. I'm a very important person. Be nice to me.
Katrina was a honey and cracked open her very nice bottle of Champers last night in my honour!
Yay!! She got it, she got it!!! I got very excited last night when she told me the news!! I've waited five months for an excuse to open that champagne!!
Congratulations! So what's your new title?
Associate Boob Flasher
did you know J.Ho employs someone to keep her nipples perky on video shoots? If you follow the breast carrer path in a few years you could be head of Tit Titilating.
I'm an Associate Project Manager for the National Programme for IT.
erm, yes.
The tit thing won't work as I'm in the NHS and its about 70% women.
That's a lot of nipples to tweak. you'd need a team....
Post something! post something about shoes, oh promiser of much named one!
Posting about shoes takes careful thought and heartsearching. Like contemplating philosophy, commenting on the glories that adorn one's footsies is a serious undertaking.
Give me time, oh impatient one.
You've got til the bad weather starts, or I'll get trench foot....
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