Finger Frenzy, an addictive game, in a mind-numbing kind of way. My best score is 5.657.

This afternoon I got a call from the CEO of the company I interviewed this morning. He asked me just a few questions and then very abruptly said, “OK, that’s it for me, we’ll be in touch.” And that was it! I guess I will find out shortly if he approved.

This last interview went well. I really hope they make me an offer. We shall see. Oh, and I had no problem finding the meeting place or a place to park. It was smooth sailing!

I have de-dog haired my coat. I tried desperately to open my little can of shoe polish but to no avail. All I need is to bend my nails back trying to open it. If he judges me on my shoes, I didn’t do a good enough job selling myself. Besides, they aren’t that bad anyway. I am leaving in 15 minutes. That will give me a good hour and a half to find the place and park. We shall see. This too shall pass.

Once again I slept through the night, deeply. No panic attacks or night terrors stemming from this morning’s interview. Truth is, I am not worried about the interview at all. If I was able to survive yesterday’s interview, I can survive anything. The one thing that worries me is finding the place and parking. It’s in Center City and I just hate navigating through the city. My spatial cognition is impaired which makes finding my way very difficult. I’ll be fine, I am sure of it.

Holy cow those were two heart pounding hours! I couldn’t bear to watch that fat guy die and so I ran into the bathroom. I am beginning to wonder why I put myself though such discomfort.

Guys! Stop! I know you are dancing to Anna Karina singing Roller Girl, but you must stop. 24 is on at 8 and not 9! You must get ready for Jack Bauer.

You have a 1/2 hour. I am taking a walk. You may do what you want, just be back by 8.

Just got back from the doctor’s office. I feel fine, nothing wrong with me. My neighbor Violet, on the other hand, was feeling pain in her arm and needed someone to drive her to the doctor’s office. She said I should drive her car. It’s 20 years old. I insisted we use my car until she said she has also been bothered by persistent runs. I have never driven a car like hers before, it had NO acceleration. The fastest speed I could get out of it was 40 mph. Every car that passed gave me the finger. At the doctor’s office, Violet turned to me and said, “Isn’t it funny the new hairstyles today? Why all these women look like little Bobo!” I hoped no one heard. An hour and a half later, I found myself back at her house. She gave me two stuffed breasts of chicken for dinner tonight as her way of saying thanks. That works for me!

An hour and a half after it started, it was over. It took place in a conference room. Five people sat there, eyeing me over, screaming out questions. “How would you rate yourself on a scale of 1 to 10– team player? manager? team leader?”
“Let’s say you are ready to close a sale and the competition swoops in and the customer wants to go with the competition and you can’t find the VP and you need to save the sale and you only have 20 minutes, what will you do?” Some of the questions were just plain stupid, some made sense. I tried to answer all of them the best I could. Looking back I performed my best and I can’t think of one thing I wish I had done differently. Regardless, I don’t think they are going to make me an offer and if they do, I will be surprised. We shall see. In a way I hope they don’t make me an offer because I am not sure if I even want the job.

I have another interview tomorrow for a different firm.

I fell asleep at 9:30 and I didn’t open my eyes until 6:30. That is very unusual for me. Normally I’m up at least once during the night to get a drink of water or pee. Right before an interview or something similar, I will awake numerous times, worried I overslept or I will have horrible dreams that something went wrong and I’ll wake up hyperventilating. As it is, I feel extremely well-rested.

Enough, I must get ready.