This is officially the slowest moving day in the history of slow moving days. I am awaiting final word on whether I got the big, corporate job. Any minute now my new iPhone 4 will ring, and on the other end will be Lauren from HR giving me the good word. Or not. Gulp.
She'd better do it soon. I no longer have any finger nails to bite - they've been worn down to disheveled nubs, and my stomach has more knots than a sailor rope convention. I've already drafted the thank you note to my would be new bosses, thanking them for their faith in me, and ending it with a sign off along the lines of, "You won't regret it." It's waiting in my "drafts" box, waiting to be sent, waiting to see if my future is about to get a whole lot better. I know how it feels. I sense it's getting as impatient as I am, seeing as I wrote it 4 hours ago. It was cathartic at the time, but now I think it will just make it even more depressing if I don't get the job and I have to erase it. Oh God - imagine if I sent it accidentally?
OK, must go back to watching the clock. I still have 8 strands of hair to pull out and a hang nail I can torture. Stay tuned...
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