Got a follow-up phone call this afternoon. Tomorrow after work I'm meeting with the legislator that I'd be working for, if offered the job. OMG.
So this is my last ditch effort to make a good impression. I've met him before, while working on the campaign, and he's pals with some other state-y types that are within my "circle" of people, so I'm not too afraid. BUT THIS IS MY LAST CHANCE. I'm currently rifling through my wardrobe in an attempt to find a low-cut blouse.
No, really. Jokes. Jokes, people.
So please be crossing all of those appendages some more. I need it. It's just a meet and greet, but he's meeting with each of us finalists to get a feel for our personalities. GOOD THING I HAVE AN AMAZING PERSONALITY...
I found out today that once out of training, we've been given the 11:15 a.m. to 8 p.m. shift with rotational Saturdays. Um, ew? Just go ahead and cut a hole right in the middle of my raging social life.
Wait. No. I don't have one of those.
But maybe I will someday. Stranger things have happened, you guys.