rain

And I'm not just referring to this truly shitty weather we have here. Which is, by the way, truly shitty.

Au contraire! I refer, mes amis, to my job hunt! No sooner do I return from one interview, than I have another lined up! Wow!

I suppose this might be a bigger accomplishment if they weren't the ONLY two interviews I've had in my six month search. Or maybe that makes the timing all the more impressive. I just don't know. That's for you to decide.

At any rate... things are looking up! I'm feeling wanted! Kinda. Of course, I could very well fail miserably at both and get no job offers. But, let's pretend I get offered BOTH! Yeah! Let's be insanely, unrealistically optimistic for once and DREAM! I'd be facing a real dilemma!

Here's the score: the first job, as press officer for the law society, would be nicer and more prestigous. But it's an hour commute. And probably more difficult. I'm not sure.

The second job is practically down the road. Very, very convenient and a money-saver. Plus it has the lofty title of 'news editor' even though I'd likely do mostly basic reporting work for two trade magazines. But I'm not sure I'd like the work, and I got a warning from the person who resigned, a former classmate of mine. In fact, I got interviewed for the job a year ago, and was passed over for it in favour of her, who had way less experience. Now they are apparently seeking someone with better qualifications, and are offering a higher salary.

It all came about in a very random way. I saw the job initially advertised a few weeks ago, and contacted said former classmate. After her negative comments, I decided not to apply; then as the deadline passed, I kind of regretted it, thinking I'm not in a position to be too choosy.

So yesterday, I stumble across an advert for news editor on a job site, with a temp agency as the contact, no mention of the company name. I send off a quick email last night asking for more info, attaching my CV. I get a call at 9.30 this morning from the agency, asking me to come in immediately for an interview. Woah.

The agency lady is a bit of a ditz. But no bother, when the end result is her getting very excited and asking if I wouldn't mind if she puts me forward as one of eight people for a proper interview with the company execs. As she tells me more about the job, I realise it's the same company I interviewed with before... yeah. Crazy. And apparently I beat out about 240 other people. Lordy. No wonder I'm finding it so difficult... I've got way too much competition!

Anyway. The next week should be interesting, to say the least. My nerves are jumping all over the place. Yet still I suffer from a tinge of guilt and anxiety. One could argue I'm accomplishing things, but it's hard to feel anything but lazy when the highlight of my day is Sunset Beach. And how pathetic is it that I set my alarm for 10.30am so I won't miss it? Hmmm.

Did I mention I bought a new suit for all these interviews? It's ace. Made me feel less scrubby, which is always good. Even though I couldn't wear the heels for more than a block and brought sneakers to change into before and after. Heh. I'm not cut out to be a real working girl, I swear. And I'm afraid both positions would require it. Eeps!

I wish the weather was better. As much as I love wrapping myself up in sweaters, I shall miss the sunshine.