Beware: Angsty post ahead. Approach with caution.
Anybody out there got any good luck charms they can lend me? I’m pretty much willing to try anything short of animal sacrifice at this point that might help me get this job.
I’ve already done the whole Homer Simpson “Jesus, Allah, Buddha, anyone!” thing, including lighting a candle to St. Jude (patron saint of hopeless causes). Hey, it worked for Mark.
I’m leaving the voodoo doll I used on the Atlanta Braves put away, since that one’s more for causing destruction, and I really need more positive things here.
At this point, I’m beginning to worry that I’ve got too much riding on getting this job for it to actually work out. I know that’s kind of silly, but that’s the way I worry.
I know I’m not completely fucked if I don’t get it, but I really love my job and the people I work with, and I don’t want to leave.
Gah. I just want to know, and I know I’ll know at the end of the week, since Friday is my last day, and they know that. But Tom Petty was right: The waiting is the hardest part.
Anyone got a rabbit’s foot I can borrow?