Last nigh I had a company: two of my friends came over for a chat. And some tea. And some sweets that I was going to make myself to impress them.
In the morning I was all busy bee: I had butter warming up on the counter, flour and eggs ready to be mixed, baking pans oiled. I was all exited to treat my friends with home made cookies (doesn't happened that often in this house. Baking is not my thing.)
Then the phone rang. I looked at the number and picked it up, thinking that may be one of the friends calling from work to check on directions or parking.
- Hi, my name is L., I am calling from this organisation. You've applied for this position, can you come for an interview?
- Awwmmm, would you, please, give me some more details? I've applied to probably hundreds of jobs.
Then L. gave me some details and asked again if I am still interested and can come to the interview at 13.30. What? Today? 13:30? No, I can't come today, I have plans! Tomorrow would be good. Then L. apologetically tells me that they want to "squeeze" all interviews in today. Well, I was able to negotiate 11:30 instead, so I may still have time after to bake some cookies for my friends (I had my priorities, see?).
I dropped everything I was doing in the kitchen, run upstairs to get myself ready: quick shower, makeup, dress? maybe not, pants would be more appropriate. Thirty minutes later I was in the car with my Interview folder (I keep in it a copy of resume, references, questions, paper, all that stuff) and my Kindle (you need to have some entertainment while you are waiting).
The interview went well, but it was long, not 30 minutes I was told it would take, but the whole 90 minutes! (They must like me! :) )
I looked at the watch and realized that I may not be able to make any cookies before my friends come. I will have to make another trip to school to pick up the Teenager in about one hour. After a deep sigh I just drove to the local store and bought oatmeal cookies and some bite size pastry. And at home I would just make them some iced or hot tea.
Knock on the door came just a few moments after I came home with the Teenager. Another sigh, relieved this time, that I made it. My friends were on the porch, smiling.
We had a great time, laughing and giggling deep into the night. When they left, the Husband asked: "Do you want this butter on the counter?" Oops! I forgot all about my ingredients being ready for my baking show off. "No, I guess I am not baking today".
Today I woke up still processing all yesterday happenings. It was a hectic but a good day. I felt sweet about it and needed a "sweet" treat for myself. I had a cup of coffee (not sweet), a rare treat as I don't drink coffee everyday anymore. I just have coffee when I really want it, about 2-3 times a month. I had an oatmeal cookie and a sweet pastry. I also brought from my garden a bouquet of sweet peas that are in full bloom now.
Sweet morning! And happy Friday to you!