Weeks ago, I decided that I needed a new pillow. I also decided that this was a luxury to which I would treat myself when I got a new job. Recently, I stopped Marc from getting me a new one, even when he told me he had a gift card he needed to use at Fortunoff's, so why not get me a pillow? Nope. No new pillow until I get a new job!
Today, I had two more interviews as part of the process for trying to get this job I want. I've mentioned it before--HR Director for a big, prestigious hospital in the city. Lots of competition for the job from the very start, but I'm a finalist.
I don't know if I'll get the job, but I've sure had to go through a very long process. Anyhow, I'm hoping for a new pillow in the near future!
On another, semi-related topic... there are so many gorgeous men in Manhattan! I don't know what drives that. Maybe they start somewhere else and wind up there, to make the most of their looks and bodies. Maybe there's more pressure to work out and look your best in NYC. I don't know, but every time I go into Manhattan, I see some truly gorgeous specimens.
Today, after the second interview, I was walking by the emergency room entrance when a paramedic walked out. He was about 6'2" tall, I'd guess around 200 pounds of solid muscle, blond hair, handsome face. *drool*
What does that have to do with pillows? Come on! Isn't it obvious? Well, I'm more of a top than a bottom, but one look at him and I was more than ready to do some pillow biting! ;)
On that note, I think I'll go let the dogs out (since they still refuse to use the toilet).