So remember when I said I’d try and “see if the door opened?”
It didn’t. I wasn’t even selected for an interview. And so that’s a fairly clear message.
I was surprisingly disappointed for a girl who felt like she was going through the motions for a week. But I recognize my ego when I see it and I knew that’s what was wounded. I wasn’t disappointed that I wouldn’t have to find a way out of my lease, repaint the apartment, look for a new apartment, find Dave a job, etc. I was disappointed that I hadn’t even made it past Round 1.
It does save me a lot of energy, though. And money because now I don’t have to buy a new interview outfit.
I mean, woo hoo for clarity but that’s still a suck way to achieve it. I’m glad you stried, though! I feel like all risk is rewarded in some way, eventually.
Apropos of nothing: I actually decided to check your site today because I was reading a profile in the NYT today and thought: she looks like Jen. It’s the eyes, I think.
Wah.
I would have loved for you to move to Austin, and you would have luh-huh-hoved living on the east side. Come visit instead. I got the guest bed all prettied up with new french doors and loveliness. Hey – we need to do a road trip to see Keith and Sarah and Emily, too. 