A good sign

Today I had an interview for a job. I rode, naturally. When I got to the office, I was pleased to see no less than 6 bikes parked outside. Seems like my kind of place.

The interview went poorly, although the guy I talked to suggested another position I might be a good fit for. We'll see what happens.

I can just imagine it now, lunch times spent congregating with other sketchy-motorcycle-types, the occasional races up and down the street in front of the office, and of course, figuring out how to write the name of the company while doing burnouts in the parking lot.

Fingers crossed...