Still breathing...

Ok, so the interview went well.

So well in fact they want a second one tomorrow morning.

eeeekkk...

From what I understand, its now between me and two others for the position.

I am supposed to go in there and make them want me. I am supposed to go in there and sell myself.

ohgoodlord...

I am who I am. I can do anything they throw at me. I give 110% to a job - even when they show no loyalty to their employees.

And I have no one here to share my feelings with or talk to period.

The roomie? ohIdon'tthinkso... Talk to me about feelings? I think he'd rather pull his teeth out.

Ohwait...too late....he had that done last year. They are probably in a little plastic container as I type this.

Anyway...tomorrow will be the last interview. If I get the job I will start this week - at least that's what she said Friday.

So, I am still breathing. Not turning blue. I am still crossing my fingers, toes, legs and eyes (it's hell typing like this ya know).

Maybe, just maybe, by tomorrow evening I'll be employed.

Then I can really breathe again.