Thursday, October 6th, 2005

Time	Event
7:24a	Pesky subconscious Yesterday I felt extremely grateful for the luck I've been having in my job search. I felt that a lot of things were falling into place since I'd moved to California. I thanked God for my good fortune. Then, I went to sleep and had nightmares. I dreamed that I was part of a demon-hunting squad. We entered a grand, old office building. I saw that a demon was residing in one of the panes of the mullioned windows. It was a female demon. I could just make out its transparent form in the glass. I shattered that pane and the demon took flight. I left the building. My phone and answering machine were sitting in the middle of the street. The demon had entered my answering machine and was leaving me messages. "You're stupid." "Everybody hates you." She left me message after message. I watched the message count on the machine go rocketing up: 500, 1000, 3000. A lot more happened after that. There was another demon, a male demon. Buffy and Giles appeared in time to save the day. Anyway, the meaning of the "messages from the demon" seems pretty obvious to me. Geez, Subconscious -- subtle, much? (Comment on this)
7:09p	And yet more surprising job-hunt craziness. Went back to the multi-culti web marketing place for my second interview. Talked with two sleek women who were surprisingly warm and friendly -- well, that's "surprisingly" because I put every woman with perfect hair and makeup in the "can't possibly be friends with" category. This is the place that had given me the IQ-like test. They appealed to my ego by telling me that I had scored very high (I'd asked for my score and googled the test, and, um, yeah, that's true). They told me that I was one of the top two applicants they were considering for this position. Holy moley! Yesterday, the lovely nonprofit had told me...shoot, many lovely things as well (that's the job I'm still afraid of jinxing). Today, I also interviewed at the funky bookstore and...gosh, the hip, laidback owner took me to a cafe for tea, and we talked about books and movies, and I saw the office and it would be my own box-crowded, bay-windowed little kingdom (with book discounts!). At the end of the interview, he, too, told me that I was one of the three or four people he'd seriously consider for this position. I...I...I...am dumbfounded. I keep reminding myself that it's entirely possible that none of them will offer me a job. However, if I have to choose...it's REALLY going to be hard. (8 Comments | Comment on this)

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