The Bloody Doors Off

(Sorry, Kevin. Couldn’t resist.)

My interview for the six-month contract is tomorrow morning. Spoke with the recruiter again early this evening. Sounds like, if they like me, they could pull the trigger by the end of the week. Which means I’d have some juggling to do, given I have appointments all next week (in the mornings, thankfully). Technically, I’d only have to reschedule two of them to an earlier time.

I wasn’t nervous about it until now. I’d better pack my Lorazepam just in case. And muzzle Mels, so I can get some sleep. Damn, that cat is loud tonight.

It’s momentum. What I’ve been after for so long now. To get on the upswing, launch myself forward and get back on track. I’m trying not to put too much pressure on myself. Can’t self-sabotage.

Just be me. That’s the selling point, right? I’ve got the mad skills, which they’ve seen and read. Now I just need to convince them that I’m worth taking on.