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Thursday, July 14, 2005

how it went down

After I was painfully snubbed by the last company I interviewed for I decided I didn't want to talk about potential job opportunities on my blog until they were more concrete. So I haven't really mentioned this at all, but yes, I have been interviewing for a position these past couple weeks. And yes, I want it bad, real bad. Not just because I carry a sort of visceral hatred for the company I currently work for, but also just because the job sounds so cool and fun and challenging all at the same time.

So anyway, I've been interviewing for this position that I desperately want and the hiring managers took me out to lunch on Monday and basically told me that they were looking at *several* qualified candidates and having a tough time making up their minds. They ended by saying they'd let me know by Wednesday but I left feeling pretty bleak about my chances. Then Wednesday came and went without a call and I resigned myself to the fact that I was probably going to be rejected.

With that in mind, I called them this morning "just to follow up" and was totally shocked when the manager said to me, "We sent you an offer today."

Me? You sent ME the offer?? (Those are the actual words that came out of my mouth, because I keep it cool like that.)

Then the dancing and frantic jumping commenced (after I thanked her profusely and hung up of course). I couldn't go back into our suite because I couldn't stop smiling and making little screaming noises as I leapt across the bathroom floor. I called Paul 8 grillion times but he didn't answer so I called my parents house and there was no answer there either. Through my joy I grew a little annoyed that people decided it would be a great time to stop answering their phones, but then my mom picked up her cell phone and it was all good.

The only word to describe me right now is: giddy. But even in a giddy state I have the ability to be painfully paranoid. The copy of my resume that was originally emailed to the hiring manager has my old address on it, but the copy that they took notes on during the interview has my new address on it...so they probably used that copy right? Right?? I will die if the offer gets sent to my old apartment and I have to call them and ask them to send it to my new place. Because part of me is afraid they're going to be like YOU GAVE US THE WRONG ADDRESS, NO JOB FOR YOU! But they won't right? RIGHT?? Funny, I was much more calm when I thought they weren't giving me the job. But I guess this just goes to show, I am a little insane.

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