I have a job interview on Monday! Eeek!
Job interviews do not make me nervous. I enjoy getting to sit around and talk about myself while wearing heels.
I did not tell all y'all--and I really have to stop saying "all y'all" and I hope I do not say it during the interview--about this potential interview because I didn't want to jinx it. Because there is such a thing as jinxes. At any rate.
Three years ago, when we first moved to North Carolina, there was a job opening at this same place, and I interviewed there and it was really cool and hip there with cool and hip offices and cool and hip people who wore saint necklaces ironically and stuff. Have you seen those? I like those, although they seem like they might be kind of disrespectful, although who's to say if you are wearing them ironically or meaningfully?
So I met with four people and after it was over one of them emailed me and he said, "I'm just gonna tell you straight up, it's unanimous; we all really liked you best." The boss and I talked salary and everything.
But then I withdrew my candidacy, because the job was at the time 100 miles from where we lived. We didn't live in this area then. And it was October, so I'd have had to live away from Marvin all school year. The more I thought about it, the dumber of an idea it seemed.
Well, they had another opening advertised last week, so not only did I apply, I sent emails to the manager I met with. The email bounced back, so I figured he left. Then I sent an email to the senior copy editor. Bounced back. I am not worried about this because this particular field turns over. A lot.
Finally I wrote the guy who had written me, who is another copy editor like I would be. He wrote right back. "Not only did I see your resume, I flagged it, because I remembered you fondly," he said. "I passed it on to the powers that be."
That was on Wednesday, and I spent two agonizing days wondering if the powers that be were going to see my resume and pee on it or something. But yesterday afternoon they called!
My mother said she'd buy me an outfit to wear to said interview, so yesterday I got a little cropped pin-striped jacket at Anthropologie marked down from $118 to $29.
I'm gonna wear it with black pants, and I have to buy heels because Tallulah ate all my heels.
This is so exciting! We could actually pay all our bills again and, you know, eat what we wanted and maybe get a couch that is not third-world country dirty!
Oh, but here's the thing. If I DO get this job? I have FIVE textbooks that I have to proofread first. FIVE. Two that are due immediately, and three that were due in July and August, which is why I was sitting on them. Not literally.
Four of the five have been in a box in my room for months because they weren't due. Who hates herself for not getting on them early?
I estimate that's about 160 hours of work. What the Sam Hill am I gonna do? It's times like this I regret not being a meth addict. Do meth addicts stay awake? I think they do. It would help my jokes if I knew better from drugs.
At any rate, I had better go because I have TWO DEPOSITIONS to proofread and did I mention I should be a Valium addict?
Oh, and comment of the week goes to that funny Aunt Becky.
