My interview went really well yesterday. D and I went out on Sunday night and bought new interview outfits. I had a nice suit from my interview with the Water Department in Orlando (see 2004), and it still fits, but it felt too stuffy. Then the suit I bought for my interview with my last job, well it made the wrong impression. I was told, months later, that the suit made me look like a librarian. I’m all for looking serious about a position but I’m not, or will I ever be, a suit. That being said, D also struggled with feeling comfy in his interview clothes. Solution -  shopping. D bought very nice black slacks and this great blue and black shirt that makes his shoulders look a mile wide. I bought black slacks that make my ass look very very nice. I look mexican from behind. I also bought this beautiful aqua sweater that fits pretty snugly on my curves, and a thicker black sweater, with half sleeves and a cowl neck, to go over everything. For the first time in a long time. I wasn’t ashamed of the curves I do have. I have to say, I looked pretty good and I felt amazing.

Back to the interview. The drive didn’t take me as long as I first thought it would. Let’s be honest - I got there a half hour early. So as not to look like a stalker, I sat in the car around the corner and listened to NPR until the time came. I played Tetris on my phone. I re-read my resume (I brought an extra copy). I finally got nervouse. When I walked in, the entire staff, that being 7 people total, were in a production meeting in the manager’s office. He reminded me of a thin-bearded Santa. When they finished, he invited me into his office. He seemed impressed with my computer skills and my organization skills. I played up what I know, and tried to charm him. Basically, I rocked the interview. That’s the funny thing about me, when I interview, I get the job. My Mom sounded surprised, being that I have such a problem with strangers most of the time. But honestly, what do I have to lose? I need a job, even if it is in Beaverton. The job sounds similar to the one I had before, but with more direct responsibility. I would be working on a mutli-million dollar project as the 2nd Project Coordinator. He would deal with the big stuff, and I would make sure he’s getting his stuff done. I met the rest of the staff, and they all seemed really nice. There are 2 other women, one is the office manager and the other is a PM. They both seem like beer and chips kind of women, and I liked that. When I finished the interview, he walked me around the office, and I felt at home. It’s small, intimate, but I think it could work. I drove home feeling quite pleased with myself. He told me I would find out by Wednesday.

And I just got off the phone with the office manager. They want me to come in tomorrow for a 2nd interview. This is a good sign.

I also have a 2:00 phone interview today with another company I was really interested in. It seems the Fates and steered me towards the construction world, no matter how much I would like to change that. The software companies I applied to sent me a curt “thanksbutnothanks” so I’m going with this flow. Honestly, I need a job, and as long as it pays, I’m good with that.

I am still waiting to pick up Valentine from the vet. He’s going in for an ultrasound on his bladder. Unfortunatly when they did the thermometer up the butt, they found worms. I’ve treated both cats for worms before. This is becoming a pain in the ass. So, I have to nuke the entire house, change the litterbox again, and vaccuum. Joy.

I really hate worms.

And now, back to more writing!