Wishing and Hoping and Thinking and Praying

Still not heard back about ‘the job’. The one that’s going to change my life and be the best thing *ever*.

I nailed the meeting, I got two glowing references and I delivered a shit hot copy test, if I do say so myself.

So now the men in suits are cogitating me. They’re chewing me over like a piece of cud. Sizing me up. Do I fit?

Every time I get a new email, my stomach does mad flips and my heart threatens to make a sudden appearance through my chest.

Please, please, please, please let them love me and give me the job. Because for the first time in my life I know this is a position that I’m going to not just like, but I think I’ll be really good at it.

And that has never happened before.

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They way I see it is that if they don’t hire you, they’re obviously idiots and aren’t worth working for. Which pretty much makes it win-win, because who wants to work for a bunch of idiots?

Good luck. I feel your pain.

You are both very wise and nice. Thank you.



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