Okay, here’s the deal: my job interview went very well. I nailed those questions to the WALL. I was indirectly offered the job, but here’s the problem: the original training I enrolled in doesn’t work.
Solution: new training! So once I hammer that out, I think I have a job. Which is super jivin’.
The interview itself wasn’t as scary as I revved myself up for it to be. I went in, pretended to be self-assured, and realized I’m rather solid at coming up with answers on the fly.
All in all, it was a very fulfilling experience.
^See that? That’s the new, professional, can-make-phone-calls me. Pretty sweet, huh?
In other news, I’m starting Physical Therapy for my foot. Tomorrow. Fun fact, Physical Therapists are called “Physical Terrorists” at my house. So my expectations are relatively low, but my dad always feels better, so I guess my expectations are at a happy medium. The appointments will be evil, but I will hurt less.
I guess that’s not bad.