Okay, so I'm triple-blogging you today...but just in case you missed it.
Today at around 3:30pm I got a call from my doctor's office. The nurse stated, "We got your blood work back, and the doctor wants you to come in to discuss the results." Uh-oh. NOT good. *sigh* As long as it's not the D word, I'm good. High cholesterol? Taking care of it...give me time. I can make some more adjustments if needed, too. Anyhow, I'm making an appointment with her on my work phone (which I have to use on speakerphone because my phone is retarded...) and I get a call on my cell. It was a number I didn't recognize, and I thought - this could be a job offer.
So I try to answer the phone while still talking on the other. *lol* That didn't go over well. I hung up on the doctor's office when the woman on the cell told me it was about a job I had just applied to hours before via email. I run out to the hall, apologize for the confusion, and then ask what she wants.
"We'd like you to come in for an interview. Can you make it to New York on July 8th?" I told her I would figure it out and then call her back. My head was spinning! I hadn't even had time to THINK about wanting this job, I simply knew I qualified, and I applied, and then they called. Wow!
I then called the doctor's office back and made an appointment for tomorrow morning at 9am. And THEN...then I started freaking out. As much as I try to pretend I'm spontaneous, I'm really not. I'm a planner...a Capricorn in every sense of the sign. I plan and plan and plan. I make plans B, C, and D...just in case. But there's no time here. I headed home and changed clothes for Zumba (which I wasn't sure I'd make it to because I went to dinner with a friend...but it went quickly because there was a severe thunderstorm warning and we wanted to get home). Then I sat down and booked a trip. I booked a friggin' trip to New York, back and forth on the same day! WTF, dude?
So I went to Zumba and my head was spinning.
"I can't do this!"
"Who am I fooling? I don't belong in New York."
"What if this is THE job? It's certainly a foot in the door."
"Can we afford it?"
"What am I DOING? OMG! Back and forth in ONE DAY?"
"What if the interviews are running late?"
"What if they want me to stick around for some reason?"
"What if I miss my flight?"
"What am I going to do for the several hours I'll have between when I get there and when I interview?" (I booked early so I wouldn't have to rush in case there was an airline problem...being late to this interview is not an option.)
"Where will I change?"
"What am I going to wear?"
"I need a haircut."
"I'm SO not New York! Or am I?"
*sigh* See, the self-doubt is not just restricted to weight loss! *lol*
So, yes. I have an interview. In my field. In New York. In just two weeks. I'm freaking out and simultaneously trying to NOT freak out. And I can't decide if this is a waste of money or a perfect opportunity. But I'm doing it. Because I have to...who would I be if I turned this down? C-R-A-Z-Y! My life is CRAZY right now!
Wish me good things. Wish me good luck in finding a K-A suit and a way to figure out where to change and what to do until the interview -- wish I had a hotel room so I could walk through Central Park and get all sweaty and then take a shower and change and get to the interview with pride. I'm scared...and nervous....and excited. *sigh* So there it is...my good news/bad news day...and I still walked at lunch and Zumbaed (two days, back to back!!). I'm tired but energized.
Okay, shutting up now. Had to share the good, because I've been so quick to share the bad. Going to see if there are any places we can live while I work in the city...*sigh*
My first time in NYC in August 2008 with my friend, AM.