1:52 p.m. - 2009-05-14
God, I hope I get it....
I had an interview this morning at a tobacco shop to be a Chief Minion. The shop currently has a staff of 3--the two owners, a webstore-site manager (who works part time) and a part time "fixture" who has been with the company longer than the current owners. And why does the Peg want to be a Chief Minion at a Tobacco Shop, you wonder, when the Peg doesn't even smoke? Is it pure larceny? Utter desperation in these depressed economic times? Has she lost all sense of self-esteem?!? Um, no, actually--I just finally found a job that seems to fit my schedule and my helpful, curious, into-everything personality, not to mention my previous work history... something which seems to matter greatly to employers these days. Go figure.
All good thoughts are gratefully appreciated as I continue to sing "I Hope I Get It"....
I had other news, but the potential to get this job is sucking all of my focus.... I'm not even interested in playing Lego Star Wars on the Wii. Which is Peg-crack these days--ask anyone in my house. REALLY SERIOUSLY WANT THIS JOB!! The shop is beautiful--all maple & mahogany with antique pine floors and leather armchairs.... The cigar stockroom is humid, clean and orderly.... The owners strike me as the sort of people I could team with.... I just have to beat out 3 other people. "I've come so far, but even so, it could be yes, it could be no...."
Time to write a thank-you note that is neither too florid nor too brief nor too eager nor too nonchalant.... Oh, God....
