Thanks. I don't know for sure what would have happened, of course, but I'd just let myself start thinking about a world where I didn't have to spend ten plus hours a week in my car and where I'd be making at least $10K more than I am currently. I'm trying to be philosophical about it and convince myself that I didn't really want to leave--and you know I had mixed feelings--but it was so exciting and out of the blue, and now it's just...flat. And my current admin knows I was ready to think about leaving, which is never a comfortable place to be.

Blah.

That's rough, Pix. At least it was nice of your friend to try and get you a foot in the door?

Absolutely. Diamond shoes and all. I'm very grateful to be gainfully employed.

That sucks, Pix. But the situation does have the virtue of clarifying your feelings about your current job and willingness to go. So that could be helpful.

Pix,

all that prep will be worth it. You will be ready for the next opportunity.

I'm sorry Pix.

I am so damn tired, and given that I don't have any grading tonight, I think I should go to bed soon.

I think we don't prepare to interview enough--it's something I think I'd find value in doing even if I'm not looking to move--just to take stock and assess. Like a self-eval, but useful. However, you can't wave a wand and make what-if go away with no scar.

I bought a muffin (hell, two muffins, idiotic me) for $4.75 a piece at the training I attended. Hotel muffins. So the next nice thing you go to at a hotel that gives you free muffins--those are GOLDEN. I got another muffin (never mind the gazillion at home) in the Paseo mall, a giant one, for $2.25. The hotel ones are pretty level across the cupcake liner. I actually want to go back to the restaurant and wave the big muffin in their face.

ita, you're hilarious.

Pix, what Le Nubian said. I know it's disappointing right now, but it was not wasted time. Also, I am convinced that networking is never a bad thing. I've hired people two years after an interview (or getting their resume the first time) because the right thing came along and I remembered them.

Someone's got to take up arms to end this muffin injustice. I'd recommend a musical, but my pipes are shot.

So I had a big oops today (not in my pants--different oops). I've been wearing this shirt (Amy high five!) to training today, and I got a "Hey, you like firearms?" And I have no real idea of how to back out of that without sounding like some sort of (clearly not!) obsessive fan or a head of the local chapter of the NRA.

Ha. That's awesome.

I had a similar need to explain myself but no good way to do it, when my buddy's band was in town. We set their son up to do his homeschool in my office, and my buddy did a doubletake looking at the target (and bun of power photo) on my wall. Not a fannish thing, but I wanted to launch into this big explanation of how I enjoyed shooting that one time, but that I was still big into gun control and that I was a pacifist, really, honest. But there was no way to say all that without looking pretty nuts, so I just let it go.