I'd Like to be Thankful for a Job

...except, I don't have a job just yet.

In fact, this company hasn't actually contacted me to set up the final interview. That makes me a bit nervous.

I do know that they have contacted some of my references, so that's good.

Hopefully on Monday they will be calling. I better just head to hang with friends in Manhattan, so that I can make the interview scheduling easier.

I think I will leave my parents' on Sunday to do so. I will miss cat again, but hopefully soon I will have a job and we can be reuinted as cat and cat lady.

I am still waiting to hear back on a handful of jobs, and I have plans to put more applications out.

And back to my cat...she is currently pacing across the desk, right in front of the computer screen. Cats are awesome.

Shanksgiving

For some reason, I say "shanks" instead of "thanks," so I figure the holiday should be called Shanksgiving, even though that kind of sounds like I plan to stab people for the holiday. I do not.

Instead, Mom and I are going to the grocery store today to pick up everything we need. Mom is responsible for salad, which she is making at Kerrie's on Wednesday.

I am responsible for pies and potatoes.

The most important and uncompromising requirement is sour cream apple pie--a traditional dish in our very German family. Then of course, I'm making pumpkin pie too (after insane efforts to coordinate preferences--I had requests for pecan, some weird crustless pumpkin pie, etc).

Instead of standard mashed potatoes and a sweet potato casserole, I'm doing twice-baked sweet potatoes and regular potatoes. I'm going to do the sweet potatoes in a super-healthy way since Kerrie has to avoid fat right now.

Beej is making green chili to go on the turkey and on the potatoes for those that want it. He's a good brother-in-law.

Kerrie is smoking a turkey and making our grandmother's stuffing.

It's the tastiest stuffing ever. Except I usually can't eat the leftovers because somehow the rosemary makes me want to gag when it has been in the microwave. I have the same problem with my own lamb dish. Rosemary reheated just does weird things to my senses.

Whelp, I best get off to the grocery store. Then Mom and I are headed to Target for some light shopping.