Breaking news: interview rescheduled for next week due to misdialed phone number!
No news on the job interview – the scheduled call never came. I emailed and am hopeful that some HR emergency came up. I’m really tense, though. I was up ’til 3 a.m. last night reading up on mission statements and political implications (and then laughing at myself because this is just a glorified receptionist position, I’m not going to be writing policy for Gods’ sake), and then spent a few more hours this afternoon going back over some of my college papers and what kind of answers one is supposed to give to those standard interview questions. I kept telling myself “It’ll be over in twelve hours,” “It’ll be over in six hours,” “It’ll be over in an hour…” and then it wasn’t. All this nervous energy is making me twitchy.
I’m in a remarkably good mood, considering. K was at afternoon knitting and let me vent at her after I fled the apartment in frustration. Michael was in a good mood, we had a big salad for dinner, and I figured out what was pissing off the big joint of my left thumb. A friend took me to late night knitting, another friend brought me home, and I got to hang out with someone I’d been worrying about for a while. I was praised for starting the Twin Cities Ravelry group, I brought home some tiramisu, I have a new project on the needles and a class with Amy Singer on Sunday – what more could I ask for?
How about some double-barreled good news, that’s what! We’ve been approved for a new apartment (same neighborhood, big upgrade, details to come), and we’re getting a sizable refund check from our old homeowners’ insurance that will help to offset a good chunk of the moving costs.
Maybe all of this good stuff is why I’m not completely freaked out about the mysterious missing interview. Oddly, I’m less worried about actually getting the job than I am about enduring the interview process. Everything else is going so well, some part of me just thinks this will too, I guess. I feel like I should be afraid of jinxing our good turn of luck just by mentioning it, but somehow I’m not.
Must be the tiramisu.