Wednesday, July 15, 2009
I’ve joked that I put myself on “house arrest” yesterday and today. I’m supposed to get a call soon about whether I got the job. My initial attitude about it was more like “a watched pot never boils,” so I went about my regular routine (going to the gym, running errands, etc). However, as luck would have it, during the short 1.5 hours I was out on Monday, they called (twice!) and I missed both calls. They didn’t leave a message, so I couldn’t return their call. I wanted to kick myself, knowing that I could have heard “the news” about the job and finally put an end to the “am I employed?” limbo. So I’m banishing myself to the house (at least during business hours). On the positive side, I’ve channeled all my nervous energy into cleaning, and the house looks immaculate. On the other hand, I really hope I hear soon because I’m running out of things to clean!