boy, i totally hit the ground stumbling over here. it’s been GO since i arrived. i had sent out my résumé for a new york job before i left spain, and they contacted me about scheduling a phone interview. i thought, hey, that’s terrific—i can do phone.
after i said i was free on wednesday or thursday for the phone interview, i received a response saying i had been scheduled for the phone interview on wednesday and for an interview in new york on thursday. @#$%. i mean, i want the interview, don’t get me wrong, it was just a matter of crazy logistics and of my suitcase still being missing and of not having a suit to wear even if i did have my suitcase because my real clothes are all at my parents’ house in virginia. but i agreed to the interview because what else could i do?
so i had to run out and spend hours shopping for a suit my first day back. i totally couldn’t afford it so i had to rent one from ann taylor loft. (you don’t know that ann taylor loft rents suits? well, neither do they.) then i had all kinds of crazy applications and paperwork to fill out for the interview. and bus tickets to buy. and things to bone up on. and i had the phone interview today at 3pm, and i could hear myself sarah palin’ing away, but i didn’t seem able to make it stop. i might have called myself a maverick—it’s all an unsavory blur now.
i feel like i’ve gone to maximum stress level already. my God…is this what america does to people?