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"  &amp;quot;I just don&amp;#039;t get it,&amp;quot; I said, examining a particularly inedible piece of cartilage in my grilled chicken sandwich. &amp;quot;He was supposed to call me almost a week ago. We were supposed to have dinner over the weekend. He was TOTALLY INTO ME. Also, this sandwich is disgusting.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;That&amp;#039;s why I never get the chicken here,&amp;quot; Meg said. &amp;quot;Stick with the deli meat.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;The fact that he never called is making me crazy,&amp;quot; I continued. &amp;quot;I know, poodle,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;And it would make me crazy, too. I don&amp;#039;t know what to tell you, except that it&amp;#039;s his loss.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I have a confession to make,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;I love confessions!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I looked him up on MySpace.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Of course you did! I&amp;#039;d do the same thing. You didn&amp;#039;t message him, did you?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;No, but I thought about it.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Don&amp;#039;t. You know I&amp;#039;m a big proponent of getting it out of your system, but in this case, you&amp;#039;d just end up looking like a crazy stalker. Plus even if he wrote you back, which is a BIG if, he&amp;#039;d just make some lame excuse. Maybe he&amp;#039;s dead?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m afraid not. He logged on yesterday.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Maybe someone kidnapped him and beat his MySpace password out of him, and he&amp;#039;s now chained up in a basement, and the kidnapper is signing on as him every day so no one suspects anything.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;That must be it,&amp;quot; I said, laughing.  Meg had some exciting news. Al, her maybe-soon-to-be ex-husband, wanted to talk. They&amp;#039;re having dinner Friday night. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m trying not to get my hopes up,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;But at the same time, I&amp;#039;m getting my hopes up.&amp;quot; In other news, I interviewed Kimberly, my first potential replacement at the station, this morning. Here are the lowlights: On her strengths and weaknesses: &amp;quot;My biggest strength, I think, is my organization. I&amp;#039;m really organized. As far as weaknesses go, I think sometimes when I&amp;#039;m in a high-stress situation, I get scattered and throw things around and then I can&amp;#039;t find anything.&amp;quot; On why she wants to work at the station: &amp;quot;The station I&amp;#039;m at right now is just horrible. I figure it has to be better here.&amp;quot; On where she sees herself in five years: &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;d like to have a family, so I&amp;#039;d probably want to stick with the morning news because it&amp;#039;s less stressful and I&amp;#039;d get to be home during the day.&amp;quot; Did no one ever teach this girl how to interview? Three strikes, Kimberly&amp;#039;s out. Disclaimer: There is nothing wrong with having a family. My problem is that the morning news is just as stressful as any other newscast, and her answer gave me the impression that she doesn&amp;#039;t want to work very hard. Ugh. I really want to find a replacement soon so I can start the new job. I need a magical candidate to walk through the door, pronto. Posted at 6:59 PM "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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