So I have a rather magnificent job, there really is none other like it. I am blessed to thoroughly enjoy what I do, be rewarded greatly for what I do and be flexible enough to march to the beat of my own drum (have cake, eat it too). Here lies the rather haphazardly way that i managed to find myself in said magnificent job…
Apply for job. Freak the heck out over my application. freak the heck out over my application acceptance. Set date for interview. Prepare interview clothing (formal? not too formal?). Get up super early on day of interview. Full scale facial renovations using paint/powder and gratuitous hair manipulation. Drive to said location. Arrive. Hyperventilate. Walk inside building. Smile at receptionist. Feel phone ringing in pocket. Smile at receptionist again. Answer phonecall. Receive information that interview is postponed as the director is sick. Do best “deer-in-headlights” impersonation. Receptionist: “Awkward”. Rather than turning around to exit the building like the professional adult you are instead resort to backing away from the reception desk and exit via the door you entered, still backing out of course. Walk back to the motor vehicle by which you arrived…..
Stay tuned for part 2