The job interview update, since Heather so kindly asked That actually went pretty well the other day. I took the bus downtown and on the way two things happened. First, I realized that I was more nervous about the sudden client lunch than I was about the interview. With that realization, everything was fine. The lunch really was no big deal. And if the interview was going to be less stressful than that, then I had no worries.

The second thing that happened was my client called to tell me where he was and he said, "You're on a what?" I guess the bus is perceived as kind of ghetto, but I didn't care in B-more so I sure as hell don't care here. I've never seen anyone urinate in a Chicago bus. Nor have I been exhorted to join AA, asked by all my fellow riders what I thought of Hillary vs. Giuliani, or subjected to a comparison of notes about how many times people had been shot and what media they had been featured in each time. ("The first time, I was on Channel 2 and 13 but the second time it was just 2 and the paper did a little thing. And I don't know nobody watches Channel 2.")

But I digress. The job interview was 60 stories up, overlooking the lake, and I met with 4 people. I think there was a schedule, but nobody knew what it was, so it ended up lasting 3 hours. I liked all the people and the work sounds good, and they said they liked me. The only doubts I have are about the pay and hours and especially, whether I'll go crazy working on two pharma clients as opposed to mixing up physical therapy, ice skating, dog racing legislation, and campus foodservice all in one day, which is the kind of thing I'm used to. I'm supposed to talk to them again next week. But we'll see.

 

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