The New Job

On Monday I start a new job. I'm a little panicky about giving up my indolent artist's life. I never expected to love it as much as I did, and I will miss it. I'll miss the huge stretches of time for indulging in creativity. I'll miss the time I've had for poking away at household projects. I'll miss being relaxed and contented on a daily basis, and I have no doubt my husband and daughter will miss that too.

On the other hand, it's a pretty cool little company I'm going to work for. It's a tech-based start-up. I've never worked for a start-up before, and I'm guessing it's going to be an interesting experience. The company is owned by some of the most brilliant and idealistic people I've ever met. Those two characteristics don't always go together, but it's nice when they do.

The interview wasn't anything like I'd expected. They never asked any of the usual questions, and never asked for references or transcripts. One thing they did ask, though, was whether I can sing, because periodically they're apt to break out in song. I don't think the job depended on my answer to that question, but I'm not absolutely sure.

I really think I'm going to be happy there.

I Guess I Need a Job

My seven-year-old daughter just handed me a help wanted ad that she tore out of the paper.

Huh.

Day Count: 12

Job Interview

Well, I had a job interview the other day. I haven't heard anything yet. Good news would be better than no news. But no news is better than bad news.

The morning of the interview I was talking about it with my daughter. She didn't know what an interview is, so I explained how they'd ask me lots of questions about myself to find out if I'd be good in the job. I told her one of the common questions they'd ask is what are 3 strengths that would make me good in the job. She thought about it a while, then said, "You're really good at Computer Science. Hmmm. You really like Computer Science. Hmmm." Then she had to think a while. Then she said, "And you're really nice." So then I told her they'd ask what are 3 weaknesses, things that would make me bad in the job. And she said, with no hesitation at all, "You don't play with me. You're really bossy. And you give me time outs." So there you have it. And now I wait.