I went to the interview and hopefully charmed the fuck out of the manager. I came out with a mixture of dreadful and triumphant feelings. I either have the job or I don’t. I am either frightfully off target in how I handled things or I am exactly the breath of charismatic air that [company xyz] is looking for. The other option -¬†one I don’t want to acknowledge, let alone believe – is that I may be a reasonable choice based on the shortcomings of the other applicants and to choose me would be akin to picking the least bruised apple of the bag.
I hope they give me a chance. I sent a ‘thank you’ card; it has glitter on it. I like the idea that I may be remembered as ‘the sparkly applicant.’
I wrote that last night in my daily schedule. I am so out of practice with ‘regular’ jobs. It’s been a long time since I switched directions to the point where my years of experience mean so little in a new direction. I’m at the bottom. I forgot how anxious that can make a person feel.
I’m doing my best to remind myself that not getting the job you want is sometimes a good thing. One never knows what is just over the next hill and I’ll know soon enough if I should start scanning that horizon. 😀