ell, the arrangements
are made, the flight plans are set -- Armageddon is Monday. And I actually
feel pretty good about it all. I really think this is the time, even after
all of my previous failures. I really think this may be the best fit for
me so far. I'm very prepared for the interview -- I have the requisite
list of questions to ask, I have good responses for every method of grilling
that I can think of, and I've even already been for a visit there, so I
know basically what they are expecting from me.
I even contacted two former co-workers today about being references,
and they both said they'd be glad to help. In the past, the thought of
talking to people whom I haven't talked to in months would scare me to
death, but today, it was actually fun.
Along those lines, a strange thing has been happening to me -- I think
I've begun breaking out of my shell. Somehow, I've gone from being the
quietest person in the group, to being the one whose desk everyone hangs
out at. I'm amazed by it, because it's not really something I've done consciously.
In fact, it's actually kind of ironic that, once I finally decide I want
out of here on no uncertain terms, I've finally become socially accepted.
