YOU DUB!

The University of Washington pulled me in this morning for my third interview and then offered me the job. This is the dream job for which I curtailed our cross-country escapade -- the job for which I bought a suit and rehearsed for hours answers to questions like, 'Tell me about a time you had a conflict with a co-worker and how you resolved it.' 'What do you think is your greatest weakness?'

Oy.

My greatest weakness? I cry when people tell me I screwed up. My conflict with a coworker? We resolved that one out in the back parking lot afterhours. There was a baseball bat and a trash can involved.

So my new place of employment, from here on referred to as "THE U" or "U DUB", welcomes me on Monday. I'll continue along the lines of my position at Harvard. This spot is in the Pharmacy department. (Shea during mock interview: "Do you have any experience with pharmaceuticals?" Me: *giggle*) I'll be processing proposals and grants to the National Institutes of Health to get money for drug research. It's going to be good. The staff is great. And they pay for acupuncture.

Speaking of which, I went for acupuncture last week. There's a gaping hole in my intestines from the ibuprofen I've been inhaling and I'm out of... um... pharmaceuticals so I went to have some needles stuck in me to see how that worked out.

The woman looked like Grace from Will and Grace. So much that I kept staring at her and she's like, "Are you okay?" and I said, "Yeah I'm sorry -- you just look so much like Grace."

She worked on me for an hour and a half, and it lessened the pain for a few hours. I think I'm going to need a few more sessions. Like, 100.

But I'm determined to turn this spine around. Doing lots of physical therapy, laying on ice and resting. And praying.

Put in a word for me, will ya?