11th
Job?
Fear is awesome. I woke up this morning and made myself the quickest cup of coffee that has ever been. I guzzled it, and then grabbed handfuls of cheerios sans milk and stuffed them into my face. I then sat at my kitchen table in a daze of terrified inaction.
I got online to review my application and make sure I entered my phone number correctly. All was in order. The call was a few minutes late. Had something gone horribly wrong?
It hadn’t. I got the call. The woman on the other end was really enthusiastic and seemed genuinely interested in her job. It was surprising and nice. The call was partially an interview, but it was mostly “We want you, but we want to make sure you’re not a crazy person.”
So I got it! And now that I’ve hung up, the coffee is finally starting to kick in.
I’m going to be writing articles about independent film in the Denver area, which is something I like. The whole thing seems pretty legit.
I’m really looking forward to this, and I’m really thankful that I got it. It’s too bad Thanksgiving is over. Ah, well, I guess I can still celebrate with some turkey and a post-meal nap. If the coffee wears off.
