Day Eight of selling myself to strangers. In an interviewing sense, I mean. I haven’t got quite that desperate for money. Yet.
Just back from the second interview at the job that I now really really want – I think it went quite well, but judging by yesterday’s performance, I don’t think I’m the right person to rely on for an opinion about these things. I was there for over half an hour, and we didn’t quite so much have an interview as a chat – I even started boring her a bit about Comedy Lounge, but that’s her own fault for asking. She said I should probably hear tomorrow about whether or not I get the job, so lots of fingers crossed.
That means you, dear reader. Cross your fingers. Cross them now. There will be no time later.