It's not me
Well, the guy in the corner office upstairs called me just before 2 this afternoon and invited me upstairs to 'chat'. I knew it had something to do with the job I interviewed for last week.
The good news is they didn't pick me. As some of you know, I was ambivalent about the job. I referred to the whole process as the job I applied for that I didn't want. I needed to apply, and I needed to interview, but I honestly didn't WANT the job. By not picking me, I didn't have to struggle to make the decision not to take a job that was going to be at least $4,000 more a year (and possibly even more $$). I accomplished what I set out to do and I did it for me.
So, I'm settled back in my office here on the first floor, I'll unpack the boxes of flamingos (that have been packed up a couple of weeks while they did some major cleaning here) and put the pink guys back on the shelves and make this place home again.
Hugs, Mo