Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Well pppppfffffbbbbtt.

I've been trying for several days to get my stinkin' weather station to work correctly. I had to replace the batteries in the remote sensor, which also means you need to replace the batteries in the main station to reboot the whole system. Every time I try the sequence, I either get a blank weather station, or this....

Helpful, no??

I've been wanting to try ribs in the slow cooker for quite awhile, and since spare ribs were on sale this week and today was going to be the first hot day of the year where you don't really want to be trapped in a hot kitchen, I figured I'd try it out.

Ribs, with the usual rub, in the slow cooker in the usual braising mixture - part OJ and part margarita mix.

I also added some sliced onion - hey, it can't hurt - and some more seasoning.

I was at least smart and used a slow cooker liner this time. I figured this had the potential to become very messy.

So, I was going about my day in the usual manner, and I got a phone call. Quick caller ID scan showed it was the one company I interviewed with that I *really* wanted to get an offer from. In this day and age of the interwebs, I'm used to the usual "thanks, but no thanks" email from places. A call is usually a good thing.

Or not.

I thought the interview went well... right now I'm wondering if I maybe seemed a little too stuffy for their tastes. I kinda got the vibe that at least one person I talked to thought I was a little stuffy. And I am SOOOO not.

Who knows. I've been on the other side of the interview table, and I know you just can't try to guess why or why not they didn't want you. And to sound utterly self-confident... it's their loss. I know I'm good at what I do, and I've unfortunately worked beside a lot of other people (although not recently) who have the same title but cannot deliver the same quality of work (this can be a profession where a lot of people who are bad at it can cost quite awhile, given enough lucky chances). Their loss.

But, oh well. The commute would have sucked anyway.

So... after a call like that, I think it is totally expected, if not mandatory, to sit down with some potato chips and dip and just self-indulge for awhile. So I did just that.

And I was happy to not have to do much more fussing for dinner... threw together a quick slaw, tossed some potatoes in the oven, and fished the ribs out of the cooking liquid before slathering them with some sauce and tossing them in the oven.

I must say... pretty pleased with the result.

Yes, spare ribs are a little more fatty than baby back ribs, but for the price difference, I'll happily pick around the fat. It's also nice to know they can be done this way - sure a lot easier to throw everything in the slow cooker in the morning than deal with the foil packets and fussing with them in the oven and so on.

So, unfortunately, the job hunt continues for now. Did do a little more thorough web searching for jobs today and ran across some I hadn't seen before, so I'm not without hope. Even if I am highly bummed right now.