The interview seemed to have gone well, and even if I don’t get hired, I’m so happy for the experience. I really wasn’t that nervous at all once I got there, and I don’t have any regrets about the way I presented myself, so it’s all good.
I put myself out there. I took the first step and I didn’t fall.
The expected office hours would allow me to get all three kids out the door for school in the morning, which is wonderful, and the job description sounds like I wrote it for myself. The people all seem nice and exceptionally bright.
And it’s in Princeton. I love Princeton. Lunch from Red Onion… shopping at Palmer Square… all of that brilliant, artsy energy…
Now comes the waiting part, which I’m not so good at.
I’m still sending my resume out, of course, and I’ve also picked up a couple of small freelance writing jobs, so at least I’m staying busy and relatively challenged.
Did I mention how much I hate waiting?