I landed a job interview today–nothing terribly exciting, just a college library a couple of towns over. The hiring manager seemed professional over email. At least, I hope he is compared to the last interviewer I had. (He–the first guy–never bothered to ask for references and said he’d hire me as a waitress if he could pay me under the table. Yeah… no.)
I am looking forward with some trepidation to an appointment on Wednesday of next week. The position, should I manage to secure it, is only temporary. Nonetheless, I am optimistic.
I am terribly relieved, as well. The email came just before a big social event, a wedding with relatives that I haven’t seen in ages. Everyone was going to ask, “so, what are your big plans now that you’re out of school?” and I was going to have to say, “well… I’ve been TRYING to get a job.” And that was going to be embarrassing, given that twenty odd resumés and seven weeks later, I have nothing to show for it. It was the same dread I experienced when I was about to graduate from high school. “So, what college you goin’ to?” It made me want to hole up in my room with necessities and avoid all humanity. Forever.
I can’t say that I’m much braver now, but at least I’m armed with something to tell the curious. I suppose the alternative is to offer forth a big grin and say that I’ve been enjoying my summer to its fullest, between gardening and joy reading and campfires. A dear friend recently reminded me that this is probably the last chunk of down time I’ll have for a good long while. Thus, for the moment, the pressure is off.