Susan--you have a one in five chance of getting this job. Those aren't bad odds at all, even discounting how well I bet you did in your interview.
The way I look at it is that you did your best, which is not a small thing--you can be pessimistic or optimistic or imagining the interviewer is now stalking you because it doesn't matter. Your part is over and you prepared and did as well as you could. Since it doesn't matter, why go to the dark place anyway? Play a piece of music you love, dance your daughter around the room and exhale.
t Super Porny Pands swoops into room, hovers happily, fists on hips
DID SOMEONE CALL?
I hope you feel better soon, vw.
Ugh, gas prices... I don't even want to think about what filling my tank is going to cost me.
DID SOMEONE CALL?
Go away until I am more bendy. Your time is wasted right now no matter how impure your intentions...
Ugh, gas prices... I don't even want to think about what filling my tank is going to cost me.
I know, you're up to, what, 70% of petrol prices in Australia! I feel your pain. Wait. Mock. That's what I meant.
Go away until I am more bendy. Your time is wasted right now no matter how impure your intentions...
Hey!
I'm
the one that paged her...
How
you
doin'?
Susan, what Robin said, and double the part about dancing.
Hey!
I skimmed. I'm also in Atlanta with Ginger right now! AIFG!
There was no Interstate of Death. Just the Interstate of Mild Boredom. Really there were almost no cars and no problems getting gas.
I'm not axe murdered either. Very uneventful.
And I 've had Indian food for the first time. Very good. Different, and interesting and I'll have to get used to it.
But, I skimmed so I'm not sure what I missed.
((jilli)) and whoever else needs lots of ~ma.
I'm not axe murdered either.
Don't despair! There's still time!
I know, you're up to, what, 70% of petrol prices in Australia! I feel your pain. Wait. Mock. That's what I meant.
It's
so
not about the absolute price.
Go away until I am more bendy. Your time is wasted right now no matter how impure your intentions...
Fine, I'll just eat all this nice Percocet ALL BY MY SELF
Hey! I'm the one that paged her...
How you doin'?
t batts eyes, offers opiates
Ginger said there's too much red clay to bury me in the back yard. She seems to be assessing other means of disposal.
Maybe she'll find an opening at Dragoncon.