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The upside to this rain is that I now get the whole stereotypical Seattle=Coffee thing. Cuz, well, the caffeine replaces sunlight your body craves and the heat keeps you warm. Thankfully the baristas at work have been working doubletime to keep me happy, upright and functioning. OK, so they haven't been working hard to keep me up and running, but they have been working hard and the fruits of their labors has kept me up and running as a side effect. So, for that may they and their progeny be blessed for generations to come.

I woke up half an hour before my alarm went off to the sounds of rain pounding the skylight in the hallway outside my bedroom. I was really warm and desperately wanted to milk the last half hour before I had to get out of bed and into the cold world those raindrops were announcing. As the percussion lulled me into a pre-alarm clock nap I registered that I was really warm, really, really warm. So warm that I should have been sweating profusely. But I wasn't. As I drifted off I started to think that maybe I was a touch dehydrated. I vowed to rectify this when I got up for real, never for once second registering this sweatless warmth for what it really was, a harbinger of the migraine to come.

A quick public service announcement. If it looks like you're gonna have to use your windshield wipers, TURN ON YOUR FUCKING HEADLIGHTS. Thank you.

I spent my normally enjoyable run down I-25 to The Minuteman dodging idiots who thought that hard rain in zero visibility should be driven at the same speeds as sunny and dry with infinite visibility. Oh, and one should NEVER turn on their headlights between sunrise and sunset, lest the ghost of Zero Mostel come up to haunt them with an ethereal song and dance.

Miraculously, pull into work on time, but considerably out of my game. I'm cold, I'm wet and not in a mood to do the ridiculous amount of shelving that awaited me as my pre-opening assignment. I'm so out of sorts that I totally alter my arrival routine. Focusing on the task at hand I totally ignore the rest of the day's schedule, leaving it for the lull right after we open.

8a- Shelving
9a- Register
10a- Customer Service
11a- Customer Service
12p- Interview
1p- Lunch
2p- Register
3p- Customer Service
4p- Customer Service

"Not bad," I think to myself. Lunch is kinda late but I have the bare min of hours at the regis...WTF!?!? Interview? Huh? What?"

Right, remember the part where I put in for a promotion last week? Well, turns out that I had an unannounced interview for said promotion in three hours. Great.

Just to recap, I'm cold, wet, not bringing my A-game and oh did I mention that my ability to see beyond ten feet in front of me was rapidly failing me? What's that pressure on my temples? A migraine you say?

Great.

Mercifully, the morning flies by and the interview comes. It goes way better than it had any right to be, all things considered. I hit as many questions out of the park as I line up the middle, and I don't think I struck out on any of them. The interview definitely made me want the promotion more than I'd wanted it before. I'm still cool if I don't get it, because I have a gig I like and a schedule that kicks ass. If I get the promotion, I lose my rockstar schedule an add a whole lot more responsibility to a job that's fabulous, in part, because it's so low responsibility. I mean, my major job responsibilities are to show up, not piss off customers and help people find stuff. If I make supervisor, well...yeah.

But, the promotion'd be pretty badass, too. Especially considering that this Friday I get my fourth paycheck from The Minuteman.

I have a second interview later this week and a phone interview at some point down the road as well.

That's the update from Santa Fe. I'm working on getting things all set for JLo and NotPuffy's wedding this weekend. Looks like it's gonna be a short ceremony and a long party. :)

Which, yknow, rules.