*fingers crossed*
Did she like the place?
I don't have a problem working with men, even the ones who use rough language. As long as they refrain from deliberately making noxious odors in tiny meeting rooms and then blocking the only door out, I'm fine. As long as they don't wander around the office in the daytime in their underwear, I can cope. As long as they don't go on business trips and send back email critiques of the lap dancers, I can deal.
Especially for the money they're offering. Especially for the possibility of doing more than simple phone support. Keep your fingers crossed ... the interview was supposed to last 45minutes, and went for 65.
I just think you should keep your digestion and your underwear and your more personal off-the-job escapades to yourself, you know?