you & i can shake off this mortal coil...
That song in the title? I'll get to that in just a moment.
Today's marathon o' interviews went well but tonight I am exhausted! I arrived very early for the first interview, and as planned, found a Starbucks and chilled for a while. I also emailed my chosen references and said "oh hey, here's the job description, and here's exactly what I'd like you to tell them about me!" Heh. A little preparation goes a long way, right? So as I was leaving Starbucks, one of my very favorite songs came on, "It's Only Natural" by Crowded House. It's really not a song you ever hear anywhere, even though it kicks ass. I took that as a sign that things would go well for me today.
And the first interview did go well. I was interviewed by a huge panel of people and it was exhausting but I felt good about how I did. After that, I drove to Princeton for the second interview, which involved lunch. I got there super early, so I parked at LesleyMom's office (free parking, yay!), went in to say hello and chat for a bit, then walked to the pre-arranged lunch spot. People, let me tell you something: I am NEVER again agreeing to a lunch interview. NEVER. I only have less than half a stomach plus I've recently been sewn into a corset made of my own muscle, so it's difficult for me to eat a regular lunch. Plus it's hard to both consume one's Greek salad & soup combo while answering questions. I ate maybe half the salad and a few bites of the non-broth part of the soup, and threw the rest away. Despite the food angst, I do think the interview went well. I have an in-person interview later this week with the actual client I'd be directly working for. We shall see what happens!
In other news, like I mentioned earlier I'm exhausted. Time to go night-night. Be well, my lovelies.

1 snarky comments:
So my only lunch interview was for an internship when I was in college. It was summer so I had a short sleeve blouse on with cute polka dots on it, and pockets on the top. Anyhow, I met with three gentlemen, one I knew because he was a family friend.
During the conversation I was eating a salad and had a cherry tomato precariously on a fork. Went to deposit it in my mouth and it fell off.
I couldn't find it anywhere. It wasn't on my lap, on the floor, on the table, no where. I looked up to see if anyone had seen me. Our family friend was grinning and tapping his breast pocket. Sure enough, there in my pocket was my tomato. Argh!
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