It’s done. I just did my third and last interview last Thursday. I think it went well…lasted for over an hour…the guy (the east coast operations manager) threw one question after the other. I’m glad I resisted the ‘it’s in the bag’ attitude, or else I would not have been prepared. It’s now Monday, late morning, and if I stare at the phone any harder – and if I have superpowers that I am not aware of – I just might melt it.
I need this job badly, I think for every possbile reason someone might need a job – to stop thinking of the train wreck that is my life, to pay bills, to advance my career (this is a fabulous opportunity)…etc. I just can’t clean another closet, another ceiling fan, another floor. My home is immaculate, deserving of a white-glove inspection. I have organized EVERYTHING.
There are just too many hours in the day to fight depression and negativity. Too many hours to lament what could have been, too many hours to stay ‘positive’. I just can’t do it anymore. I just need this job.