OhpleaseOhpleaseOhplease
Today's the day.
And I must remind myself that should this opportunity not pan out, for any reason, there will be others. I must not stack all my emotional eggs in this single basket, otherwise the occasion takes on a definitive status in my mind, and will be crushed if I do not get it.
Oh Please.
OhpleaseOhpleaseOhplease. . .
Last night at Necropolis I had a good time. I was waffling on whether or not to go at all, but a good friend reminded me of all the times I've been dressed and ready and just didn't feel like making the effort. I remembered all those 'morning after' sessions of short-temperedness when I realized I was only cheating myself out of fun, and how the most fun I had was when I didn't dither over the perfect outfit, but just threw some shit on and headed out. It's so easy to fall into the grind of work that your 'work identity' becomes the more prevalent, that it becomes harder to find things to do outside of that time that fulfill you. I think this is true no matter how great your job is, I think it's necessary to have balance in your life. When I'm at work, I'm a slightly different 'me' than the me that does laundry, goes dancing, makes beer, cooks, sews, paints, lifts weights, or likes animals.
The place was near empty when I got there, but more people started arriving about 11. I had to head out shortly after so I'd get a good night's sleep and not be a vegetable during my interview, but otherwise I had a nice time. Saw my friends, heard some tunes, did some dancing, had a Strongbow.
While driving home I asked myself interview questions and answered them. It was pointed out to me that practicing for an interview is not so unusual, but doing so on the drive home from a goth/industrial club might be. I feel pretty good about my chances today, even more so when I came to the understanding that there will be other opportunities in the company if this one doesn't bear fruit. I'm pretty sure I am wanted by this other department, that they've been doing a little asking around about me and have heard good things, and I suspect that they already know they want me, but want to meet me and make sure I'll be right for the group.
I just gotta make it to 3 intact, and then wow 'em.
And I must remind myself that should this opportunity not pan out, for any reason, there will be others. I must not stack all my emotional eggs in this single basket, otherwise the occasion takes on a definitive status in my mind, and will be crushed if I do not get it.
Oh Please.
OhpleaseOhpleaseOhplease. . .
Last night at Necropolis I had a good time. I was waffling on whether or not to go at all, but a good friend reminded me of all the times I've been dressed and ready and just didn't feel like making the effort. I remembered all those 'morning after' sessions of short-temperedness when I realized I was only cheating myself out of fun, and how the most fun I had was when I didn't dither over the perfect outfit, but just threw some shit on and headed out. It's so easy to fall into the grind of work that your 'work identity' becomes the more prevalent, that it becomes harder to find things to do outside of that time that fulfill you. I think this is true no matter how great your job is, I think it's necessary to have balance in your life. When I'm at work, I'm a slightly different 'me' than the me that does laundry, goes dancing, makes beer, cooks, sews, paints, lifts weights, or likes animals.
The place was near empty when I got there, but more people started arriving about 11. I had to head out shortly after so I'd get a good night's sleep and not be a vegetable during my interview, but otherwise I had a nice time. Saw my friends, heard some tunes, did some dancing, had a Strongbow.
While driving home I asked myself interview questions and answered them. It was pointed out to me that practicing for an interview is not so unusual, but doing so on the drive home from a goth/industrial club might be. I feel pretty good about my chances today, even more so when I came to the understanding that there will be other opportunities in the company if this one doesn't bear fruit. I'm pretty sure I am wanted by this other department, that they've been doing a little asking around about me and have heard good things, and I suspect that they already know they want me, but want to meet me and make sure I'll be right for the group.
I just gotta make it to 3 intact, and then wow 'em.