Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Nerves of Steel. Or maybe that's Spaghetti

I have an interview today. The potential boss is in Arkansas (or maybe Southern Missouri, I'm not sure), so we're "meeting" on the phone.

I didn't apply for this job--a head-hunter found me, vetted me, and referred me. It was only after his client (my potential boss) accepted my resume and decided to interview me that I learned who the company is.

I can't tell you how much I want to work there.

So now, even though I quite literally have NOTHING to lose, I'm so nervous.

It's at 3:00 Eastern, noon my time.

Keep your fingers crossed for me, would ya?