8/11/2005
Suspense
My nerves are a fuzzy sweater set upon by a pack of wild hyenas. I'm starting to appreciate how the astronauts felt when they heard large chunks of foam came off the shuttle on liftoff - again. Well, maybe it's not that dire. But it's making me crazy.

Interviewed earlier this week for a couple of jobs with the BC Public Affairs Bureau. The directors for the two ministries said they'd decide by Friday. That's mercy - I can't imagine having to wait two weeks or a month to find out. But still, my stomach is digesting itself on this Thursday night, and no amount of ice cream seems to distract it. I'm not a superstitious person, normally, but this week I'm taking it to extremes. I won't go into the ridiculous lengths I've gone to avoid jinxing this, but trust me, it's pretty embarrassing.

See, I can't remember ever wanting a particular job this badly. Judging by the description, it combines all of my skills and most of my interests in one sleek package. Room to play, room to grow, room to learn. Room for a Miata. Let me put it this way: I'll wear a suit for this one, and no one will ever hear me complain. Well, maybe in August. Fingers crossed.
 
# by Chris @ 9:36 PM