Bramble Tamble

(I wrote this last week, before my interview. As for the interview itself, I thought I killed. Apparently I didn't kill, or even injure, since I still haven't heard yet.)

The e-mail made my heart skip before it fell into my stomach. (My heart, not the e-mail.)

"Would you be available for an interview Thursday morning at 10am?"

Does the Pope … ahhh, nevermind.

This is a second interview for the position I interviewed for a couple of weeks ago. My confidence has mostly ebbed in the interim, and more than once in the last couple of weeks have I felt like I'm going to be stuck in my current position forever.

But yesterday … getting that e-mail yesterday was better than crack. (Not like I'd know.) But it's like someone has changed the 100-watt at the end of the tunnel, and now that it's shining brightly once more, I can sprint toward it again instead of groping blindly along the wall and stepping in rat shit and ending up with spiders down my shirt and getting harassed by bats.