The Exit Interview

I survived the Exit Interview (i.e., final review) at work today. It was very positive, and I got very high ratings in all categories, so I’m very pleased. No word on an offer yet, although I was reassured that word would be coming in about a week. I know I just shouldn’t think about it, but that’s like saying, “Don’t think about pink elephants in silver tutus… starting NOW!” and of course, the minute that’s said, you can think of nothing else. So I’m telling myself, “Do not think about the job offer.” And what monologue is running through my head? “Job offer job offer job offer job offer job offer . . .”

I have no indications to suggest that I would not get an offer. Yet, until I have the offer in-hand, I’m assuming nothing. Job offer job offer job offer job offer job offer job offer. [Okay, I've typed those words enough in the past minute that they no longer look like actual words. I think that means it's time to move on.]

Big Brother watchers? I’m out. Kaysar has left the building, and I officially no longer give a tiny rat’s ass about this season. Blar. Isn’t it about time for Lost and Alias and Grey’s Anatomy to start again?! Seriously. CBS is lobbying so hard for Eric to come back, and . . . ugh.

N8 said he’s proud of me for my review today (he is on the phone with me as I type). And I think that’s a good spot to stop this entry for now, because I’m exhausted!

Cheers, and Check 6

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