five thousand shades of blue
Wednesday, July 18, 2001
Now for the really hard part. After the phone call from the job I'm going to interview with (a woman who, oddly enough, has the same name as my work-study boss way back in the mists of time when I was a freshman in college -- and is surely NOT the same person), I felt like I could tackle
anything. I was ready to go paint a masterpiece, or run a marathon, or take over the world. Now... now my brain is quite a bit less sure and all the crystal-clear revelations and inspiration I had when I hung up have turned all fuzzy and full of self-doubt. The in my head is taunting me with jabs: how can I even think I have a chance in convincing them I can do this job? (Which I know rationally that I can, by the way.)
I almost wish the interview could have happened instantaneously, because that "queen of the world" sensation would still be alive and fresh and I would have wowed them beyond belief. Ah well. I've got to trust what I know, believe in myself, and hope.
is
this just not enough…?
