Working It

My parents just recently returned home from a two-month trip away, so there's a lot of unread mail and unheard messages in the house. Last night, Mother played a message for me from a research division asking me for a second interview.

Moi: Oh, you can delete that, I turned them down last month.

Mother: Are you sure? You don't want to call her back.

Moi: I already told her I wasn't interested.

Mother: Why not? You should still call her back.

Moi: Because I already have a job.

Mother: Right. But are you sure you don't want this one?

Of course, HR has yet to tell me anything about orientation, so I am not 100% confident that I have my job. Everything should be ok. We've talked on the phone (once) and emailed. But I'm not updating any facebook statuses until I sign that shiney* contract.

*I understand that contracts aren't actually shiney. Unless mine's diamond encrusted. That would be dope. But as I understand it, mine will not be so overflowing with benefits and pay that it could be considered shiney and is actually quite lacking in the sheen department. But I like the word, so back off.