Interviews and Pain

Don't worry. As the title of this post would lead people to believe, the two interviews I have gone to in the last two days were not painful. They are separate events.

I did have two interviews. Yesterday's, well, in all honesty.. I am not too excited about. I don't feel as though it was a good match for me. But today's- that is a different story. I have gone on so many interviews, at this point I do not become excited about the potential job opportunity. But I must say that today's interview somehow felt "right". I know I would be a good fit for them. It is business that is growing exponentially. Their business is booming and they really need someone to come in and juggle random tasks. I am an excellent juggler (theoretically speaking of course... hand me three balls and one would immediately drop). I called my mom (isn't it funny how Mom's are typically the person you call when wanting a life chat) and talked about this morning. It would be an all around hands on position. The liaison between merchandising, sales, the art department, and event planning. The position seems to follow no rules or boundaries, just a lot of random things. Anyone who knows me that I also fit into that category.. so hopefully I made them fall in love with me. Anyway, back to the conversation with my mom. She always helps me find a good perspective on a situation. She said, "well, you don't really need to worry about any of your interviews. You have to remember.. You already have a job. And frankly, there are too many people in this world. You can't make them hire you." It's so true. It's out of my hands.

I pride myself on my ability to be a people person. I am athletic, intelligent, and truly find joy in many things. But, I am also very talented at injuring myself.. what some would call a clutz. I just got back from the interview. I walked into my room, hell bent on getting on my computer and catching up on Facebook, my bank account, my student loan information, and to blog. I did not have my usual bowl of Cheerios or GoLean cereal. I did not have anything to drink. My hands were free. But somehow I still managed to inflict pain on myself. As I stepped towards my bed, I felt a shocking bit of pain between my big toe and the pointer toe (ha!). I looked down, kicked my foot out into the air, and immediately saw what I had done. This morning, I straightened my hair. Apparently, I had forgotten to hit the "off" switch. It had three hours to get good and hot for my foot. I had stepped right onto the sizzling ceramic pieces. Ouch.

So far this week has been a success. Two interviews, one game of volleyball, two games of bowling (I threw a 146 last night), and one night of conversation. Still have a lot to look forward to this week, including my mom's birthday tomorrow and another round of sand volleyball.

Later,

Moe