When it rains, yada yada.

Okay, so the interview. I thought it went pretty well. A bit scripted on their part, but I was honest and didn't hem and haw. The interviewer told me that I sounded like a very confident person, which made my eyes bulge at the gross miscategorization. I don't really know what sorts of people I'm competing against, but when she said that it made me think they were amoebas or some other equally stagnant organism. The thing about writers is that that we tend to be more articulate on paper than we are in oral conversation. On the rare occasion that you encounter someone who has both a bubbly personality and great proficiency at their craft, you jump at them. I hope I conveyed that I can at least pretend to be bubbly, even if my smalltalk skills are limited to such statements as "I know the feeling," "Ha ha!," and "No, that's perfectly fine."

Oddly enough, a couple of hours later a woman left me a voicemail about a local magazine position I applied for three months ago. I recall the schedule for that position being pretty flexible because...well, can't say without giving too many clues about what the publication is. Let's just say that by the time Rosco turns five it'd make a big difference because I could be home in time to see him get off the school bus. I'll call her back on Monday to see what the gig's all about.

The worst case scenario is that I get neither job, but this is a great situation because I'm learning what skills I need to brush up on to find similar work. This has turned into a pretty good week, huh?