The news is short and...short. Ryan got a call from Starbucks; he did not get the job. I got a call from someone else at Starbucks; I have a follow-up interview tomorrow. Sammeh and BJ tell me that "follow-up interview" is code for "this is the position we're offering, with the hours we're offering, do you want it?" Which would be nice.
I refuse to get my hopes up and feel happy about it until I actually know that's what it is, and know for a fact that I have a job. Then the celebrating and bill-paying begins. Because we all know that the best parties involve canceling out debt!
We spent most of today driving around the area, picking up job applications for Ryan. Our roommates again assure us that the area is doing well, employment-wise, which seemed to be proven by the number of Help Wanted signs we saw. The area is rife with strips malls and plazas and shopping centers, and most of the population, 9 months of the year, are college students who don't actually live here. While in Connecticut the summer is the worst time to find a job, here it may be the best; what few students did have jobs have gone home for the summer, leaving vacancies that Ryan can fill with full-time availability.
I feel extremely nervous about tomorrow, and somewhat guilty. Call it an employment version of Survivor's Remorse, regret for getting the good end of the stick when someone else gets the bad end. Ryan seems to be in good spirits about everything, though, so I've been concentrating on acting normal and positive. And hey, better one than none, right?
The household spend the night watching more True Blood. We only have two episodes of the second season left, with the third season premiering on Sunday at 9. After that is Design Star at 10, and Color Splash at 11. May be the best Sunday ever.
I REALLY need to get to bed now, so I can get plenty of sleep and have plenty of time to get ready and keep myself calm for the interview in the afternoon. Wish me luck!
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