Oh God, I want this.

I have a job interview tomorrow. It's a phone interview, so I haven't really been giving it as much thought as I would to something where I'd have to pull a pair of dress slacks up over my fat hips and drive to a corporate office.

I responded to a Craigslist posting a few weeks ago for a job that seemed too good to be true - it fit my professional needs exactly. It's a writing position that would require me to only go into the office for meetings, to turn in assignments, and so on. I would be employed by a company on the west coast and contracted out to a [large] local corporation to create document copy.

Because I have issues with not wanting to put Roland in day care just yet (or ever), it seems like one of those opportunities that makes your mouth water with desire. If I have to work (which I admit I do), this is the way I want to do it. I could work comfortably in my paint-stained sweatpants and hire a part-time babysitter/mom's helper for the days I really need to crank.

I honestly never thought I'd hear from them because I a) was honest about how much money I need, and b) I chose to reveal that I have a small child that would benefit from having a parent work from home. Hope comes when you least expect it, I suppose.

The phone interview is supposed to occur at around lunchtime tomorrow, and though I feel confident right now, I'll probably wake up with a lump in my throat and doubting my strengths as a potential team member. The best thing I can plan to do at this point is to have a glass of wine with my lunch to take the edge off my nerves and to loosen me up so that I can get over my aversion to chattiness.

Send some good vibes my way. Baby needs a new pair of shoes. And momma needs a haircut.

Posted by Tiffany at February 1, 2007 09:40 PM | TrackBack