The long-awaited interview yesterday? Fabulous! Like a really rockin’ hot blind date, except instead of sex, a job offer. Which was almost just as good. But not really. We hit it off so extraordinarily, that I didn’t lie about anything. In fact, I told her what I don’t know, to which she said, “Stop talking. You had me at your letter. I just wanted to meet you in person.”
I had a kick-ass interview today at 10:00 am, a short 23.5 miles away. A perfect job. A job is fabulously perfect when you read the ad and think: I could do that. And that. And I can do that, and that too! Like matching winning lottery numbers. Check, check, check! And it’s part-time! And tele-commute! And pay is somewhat normal. Okay, maybe not normal, normal, but definitely more than most.