I had a job interview this morning.
Like all of the other ones, it was for a job I am interested in, or could at least make myself be interested in.
Like all of the other ones, it’s something I think I can do well at. I’m a reasonably smart person with a high success rate in my choen field, and there’s no reason to assume that failure is likely, once I’ve started somewhere.
Like all of the other ones, I interviewed well. I’m able to answer the questions honestly and eloquently, without sounding rehearsed or kiss-ass.
Like all of the other ones, I have nothing else to say about it. Of course I want the job – any job – the sooner the better. Of course I will be disappointed if I don’t get it, especially if I advance to the second-interview round and then get another rejection. And that final decision is entirely out of my hands, so the best thing I can do for myself is avoid thinking about it and act as if this stay-home mom gig is a full-time, permanent position.
With that in mind, Jacob and I have a slew of errands to run tomorrow, which we’ll do in a slow, leisurely sort of way because I have a head cold and don’t have much choice in the matter of speed. Also, I’m slowly developing a pet peeve, as I’m out and about more in the daytime: have you noticed how many parents hold their toddlers by the wrist and then walk along at normal-adult speed, leaving the kid to tiptoe and wobble alongside at about twice its normal pace? It’s awful to watch, I can’t imagine any of the participants enjoy the process. So I’ve been consciously slowing down and letting Jacob set the pace. I haven’t noticed an instant change in our daily enjoyment of errands, though it’s true that I was never a wrist-holder to begin with, but it’s one little thing I can consciously do well right now. And it’s going to be an accumulation of those little things that gets me back on my feet.
Tomorrow is the carnival, or “madhouse,” here, with the topic of Jealousy. Going to play along?