*quakes all over LJ*

Job interview. In a couple hours. Aaaaah! Gods, this never gets any less nervous-making, does it? *jitters all over her journal* Mew!

I mean, it's a receptionist-type job, so it's not exactly NPR yet, but *still*! No more coming up with nill on the endless job search front, no more sitting on my bum feeling like a bump on a log, finally having a proper paycheck again... good gods but I hope I get this! They're willing to train me on the job and everything! I really, really hope this works. Frak, but I'm afraid I'm going to screw this up and have bad news to report come the end of today. But come on, it's talking to people and interacting and--jeez, it's nothing that I haven't loved doing forever. Part of me is thinking how can I go wrong? The rest, however, is going do not make a bad impression, do *not* make a flipping bad impression, do not fall all over yourself do not screw this up! Aaaah mew! *quakes about*

Please God, let this work. And please drop a Tesla invocation/reference or some township music or a verse of Welsh language poetry or something in my path so I'm slightly more confident it will. Yes, I'm weird. No, I don't mind. :)

Off to... um. Do everything I need to before interview-ness hits. Took me a second there. Off to... dry my hair. right. Expect a report, good or bad, later today. Please let it be a good report meep! *coughs* ahem.

positive and negative

Well, on the positive side, the job interview went very well. On the negative side, I've just had an e-mail from the lady who interviewed me saying thank you for your time, but we've chosen to go another way. Damn. I know they were only picking two people out of however many applicants there were, and I know they'd already chosen one by the time I'd interviewed, but... dangit, am I ever frakking well going to find work, or am I just going to sit like a bump on a log forever?

... Er, say sorry. Mini rant over. At least the interview went well? Looks like that verse worked in part, Gen. Interview practice is plenty nice, don't get me wrong. I just wish there'd been a job at the end of it.

O well. *goes back to job-searching*