Can't you see how utterly employable I am?

Today has been an eventful one in the life of Deb.

Today, faithful readers (...okay, reader) (...okay, gaping internet void), I had my first real job interview in ages. For a real publication, in a real building. Refreshingly, the job does not involve serving coffee or scraping plates. Needless to say, I want it so bad it almost pains me.

I'd forgotten how intimidating the whole interview situation can be. As I barreled through the apartment this morning, memorizing answers, chugging coffee and desperately searching for a safety pin (so my tasteful conservative blouse would not gape and reveal my not-so-tasteful and un-conservative underthings), I scarcely had time to think of it. Once on the subway, however, my anxiety seemed to multiply with every stop. I have no idea if my nerves were visible as I entered the meeting, or if (as I like to think) I hid them beneath a veneer of cool tranquility. Dudes, interviews are scary!

Anyhow, the woman who interviewed me was sweet and friendly and not at all intimidating. I was able to answer every question without too much flubbing, and managed to resist the urge to grab her by the shoulders and scream "Hire me! For the love of God, HIRE ME!" So, on the whole, I think it went pretty well.

Tonight, I celebrate with a trip due west for some Stratford. Hurrah cheap tickets! Hurrah Into The Woods! Hurrah two more weeks until my car insurance expires!