I'll probably go for a very clumsy girl, but I'm still hurts. Ah yes ... On the back, this time around. I had excessive force to the pool yesterday morning, it too will teach me to put the turbo double slower than me (while I was swimming on his back, he must do so ...). Anyway, the pool serves défouloir me, and there, there was something crunching.
few weeks ago, I received this on my email:
Hello,
Your application has attracted our attention and we hope to see you for an interview if you are still interested in the CSD. Would you be available ... etc..
the day, after having swallowed a tiny piece of quiche for lunch and left away a few tears of nervousness, I went to my first (real) job interview like we would at the slaughterhouse.
way out, I went to get some comfort from Rose Bakery, a little later in the neighborhood. I ordered a chocolate cake, vanilla, lemon a sencha, and I pulled out my pencils. An hour later, it was a little better.
I just had to arm myself with patience by the response, announced for the next week and take care while waiting (and hoping that other candidates were wallowing miserably ... it's very naughty, I know).
And then, against all odds, I was summoned for a second interview.
But in English this time.
Gulp.
I do not tell you how much I wanted to cry instantly. I felt my cheeks heat up as fast as my induction. Panicked, I launched the SOS in all directions.
Fortunately, I am surrounded by angels, who are champions to recover from a balm to the heart, that you flood of emails and text messages of encouragement (such Yes You Can! ), and are willing to devote yourself their lunch break for a little coaching session and advice. Thanks to them for all their positive thoughts, but also thanks to Woody Allen and BBC I came, I saw ... and I won.
I got my first (real) job, which is exactly what I was trained and I even dared to hope. Whiners will retort that this is a temporary job, which is paid more slingshots, but you know many who have the opportunity to practice the profession of their dreams?
You understand that I did not really have the head to get into these culinary experiments time. I merely tested recipes **, quiches, salads, soups (I do not tell you how many pounds of vegetables I peeled and cut into listening to the last Biolay, a real jewel, which will loop in my kitchen now), énooormes slices of rump steak from the butcher, which is recycled leftovers in a salad.
salad leftover rump (inspired by Anaïk , who knows good yum)
Simply cut the rest of rump steak into very small pieces, chop a shallot, capers, cornichons (or not, if like me you hate no pickles), chives, and mix well with green salad. Then you sprinkle your salad with a mustard vinaigrette. Finally, you do as you want. I do not really care, because right now, I think especially of the small Mengwe of eight who dreamed "grammarian" when she grew up, and that there now is very very happy to see her wish occur (in fact I'm pretty linguist, but the small Mengwe eight years could not know this word).
****** * What a long way since it ... Loser friends, never lose hope. The cellulose, it never lasts lifetime.
** One night I even used - shame on me - spaghetti bolognese with a queen of blogs.
