BAH.
Have just learned that I didn't get the low-paying gig I interviewed for a couple weeks ago (which, now that there is no chance of jinxing it, I'll go ahead and reveal was a paralegal position with the ACLU's Program on Freedom of Religion and Belief; true, I didn't want to be a paralegal for the rest of my life -- in fact if you'd asked me in general, I'd have flung garlic and holy water and things at the idea -- but for the right cause, I'd absolutely take a job that's completely beneath me, just as for the right money, I'd take a job that offended me. Within reason, in both cases, which is why I came home and did math after the interview. But anyway). I was one of two finalists!, which is nice to know, but still of the RAR --
-- except that if they had made me the offer, of course, I'd be dithering about it and asking them how soon they needed to know and so on and so forth, because in the interim I've turned my attention to wordplay's workplace, a job at which would be a better fit for me in every measurable way. So it's really the best thing!
Now they just need to hire me.
-- except that if they had made me the offer, of course, I'd be dithering about it and asking them how soon they needed to know and so on and so forth, because in the interim I've turned my attention to wordplay's workplace, a job at which would be a better fit for me in every measurable way. So it's really the best thing!
Now they just need to hire me.