Unsealed Deal

So my interview went pretty well. The guy interviewing me pretty much told me that I would be one of the people offered a job, as he said that, looking over my résumé and just talking with me for a few minutes he could tell I’d be a perfect fit.
This was after I told him that I’m pretty much expecting another job offer. He said, “That’s too bad. For us, I mean.”
I told him that the deal wasn’t sealed, though, and to keep me in mind just in case things don’t work out.
When I got there I was greeted by someone from the recruiting company. All I’ll say is that apparently there are a lot of hot chicks working in the field of technical recruiting.
I let her know about the potential/likely job as well.
After that it was off to the comic shop to meet up with Scott. Stacy and the kids were along for the ride, as they’re down to one vehicle.
Due to Thanksgiving, the new comics won’t be in until tomorrow, so we all just went to eat at the Mexican restaurant. After dinner we got to see Santa riding around in a horse-drawn carriage.
(Some lady in the restaurant had spotted him going by the window and came over to let us know for the kids’ sake. The kids were thrilled. Vicki said, “I can’t believe I got to see him!”)
Yesterday morning I went over to the eye doctor to make an eye appointment and let them know that I’m interested in the Gentle Molding procedure, as I have the money for it in my Flex account and need to use it before the year’s end.
Longtime Threshold readers know that a few years back I attempted to date the office manager from the eye doctor’s Ashburn office. Things didn’t work out that well, and we really only went on one date. Though she was always friendly, and full of excuses for why she never returned my calls every time I saw her, after a while it became clear that there was a message I should be getting, and when you try too hard to date someone without getting any sort of cooperation they call that stalking, so I gave up trying.
In any case, while I was making my appointment with the girl at the desk, the office manager of the Leesburg office was on the phone, not paying any attention, until she heard me say my name, at which point her ears pricked up and she turned to look at me. After she got off the phone she said hello and was suspiciously friendly. I have to wonder if I’d ever been the topic of conversation between her and the Ashburn office manager (whom I refer to as Stone Face, given that she was the most inscrutable and unreadable human being I’d ever met and her face, which was still gorgeous, was as inexpressive as stone).
I know that my one real date with Stone Face was a point of contention between the two office managers, as Stone Face had blown off her own office holiday party to accompany me to the AOL party.
Given the spectacularly embarrassing manner in which, coasting on pure adrenaline, I had burst in and asked Stone Face out – in front of several patients and the eye doctor – I’m sure that, at the time, I was also fodder for inter-and intra-office gossip, so I can’t help but wonder if, after I left yesterday, the Leesburg office manager placed a call to the Ashburn office that started off with something like, “Guess who was just in the office?”
Of course, I don’t know if Stone Face still works in the Ashburn office, or is even still around. The last time I saw her, which was quite a long time ago, she was wearing a ring. While she was fairly friendly, in her stone-faced and expressionless manner, I wasn’t there long enough for us to actually have a conversation.
Anyway, I just thought that the reaction my name elicited from the Leesburg office manager was kind of funny and worth mentioning.