I know that Easter is coming up this weekend, and that spring is beginning to sprung, and that the sun is shining and the birds are singing and the trees are budding and yadda yadda yadda. I know I should feel like I'm turning some bright corner and all things are possible. And to some extent, contrary to my nature, I do. Despite being against my nature to hope for good things, lately I hope, I hope.
On Tuesday I have an interview for a job that, depending on what further information I get from the interviewers, I may really want. The vacation time is good, benefits are good, I would be working across the street from Mr. Bump. Literally. Across the street. I would have 401K and retirement. And I would have the opportunity to either move up the ladder or move around--try other things. The money is good if not great, similar to what I'm making now. So it sounds good from the outside, but aside from a description in the ad which sounds like I could do the job, I don't know if I would like the job. And of course, there is the little matter of whether they want me for the job.
But I've got nervous, excited butterflies in my stomach about the possibility. The possibility of something new has got me bounding out of bed, showing up to work on time, and generally smiling a little more. All of which tells me that I should have done this long ago, if just the possibility of a new job has got me this excited. I'm afraid of how dashed I'm going to feel if I don't get the job. I'm afraid of what I'll take it to mean about my self-worth. So I'm not going to think about that.
I'm just going to study up about the job, create a big list of questions to ask, get my new suit pressed and the buttons secured, and mainline self-esteem. Wish me luck and if you think of it, at 8:00 a.m. mountain time, cross your fingers.