My team lead is very fond of politics, and she and one of my credit memo reps were chatting about McCain's POW experiences.  They were having a fairly profound and empathetic discussion, and it was good for the soul to hear two people engaged in an intellectual and respectable exchange of ideas.  My contribution?  I looked up from the credit memo report I was reviewing and said, "Hmn.  Didn't they spoof that on Family Guy?"

Yeah.  I'm deep.

Anyway, my personal dipshittery aside, things are moving at a good clip on the marketing associate/new job front.  I spoke again with the corporate recruiter, and at her request I sent her some writing samples (nothing creative, all work documents I've created over the past year to give the powers that be a sample of my insight and analytical skills where department and product issues are concerned, as well as some training materials I've created for my credit memo reps).  She says she spoke with the marketing director (who happens to be the son of the owners of the company) and the merchandising director, and evidently they're all very excited about my interest in relocating and they're looking forward to meeting me.  I'm going out to IL the week of the 15th anyway as I'm taking part in a user testing program for the new order entry system that's rolling out later this year/early next year.  The corporate recruiter told me the marketing and merchandising directors would like to meet me that week as well, and she (and possibly the dept. directors) will be taking me out to lunch. 

( Blah, blah, blah )

And  on a purely frivolous note, I found my dream boots, at long last.  They incorporate every element I love in a boot.  And they were on sale, and I had further discounts.  I've been calling them my Fox boots ever since I saw them, and they were finally delivered yesterday.  Like a rabid ferret, I annihilated the poly mailer that was wrapped around my most precious Fox boots. . . . and was immediately struck dumb as I looked down on the gorgeous adorable wonderful magically captivating red fox peering up at me from the boot box.  

Yes, ladies and gents, it would seem Bronx Shoes includes a red fox in the otherwise urban-themed decor on their shoe boxes. I'm sitting here giggling madly at it as I type this.

Oh, and the boots are even more perfect in person.  And they're sinfully comfortable.  Of course they are.  They'd have to be if this is what I'm to wear when trolloping about Sighisoara.  Or Chicago.  Fox is nomadic by nature.  I can be, too.  Mina's not really nomadic by nature.  But she'll have to learn to like it, silly kitty.  She can't stay with my parents. . . my mom longs for a cuddly lap cat.  Mina's cuddly, all right. . . in a prickly fang-and-claw kind of way.  But I have versatile comfy Fox boots now.  Mina will just have to learn to like the adventurous lifestyle that awaits!