When it rains, it pours.
Considering how much I whine about the weather in Portland, the beginning of this entry is oddly completely unrelated to weather. While I was out-of-state interviewing, the local non-profit called me for a second interview, so I had to speed back to Portland for what ended up being an unsuccessful mission. Well, unsuccessful in the sense that they didn’t offer the job to me, but not a categorical failure: it was a second interview and not being offered the job does save me from facing the unpleasant dilemma of choosing between doing what’s smart and what’s in more direct service of my long-term goals (and what I’d rather do anyways).
So, my interview out-of-state seemed like it went really well. Which is to say: I left the building and felt good about how the interview went. My friend was one of the people interviewing me, and though she certainly didn’t softball anything, it was reassuring to know there was someone in the room who already thought I was neat enough to be there. And, I just finished rereading Northanger Abbey, (I love Jane Austen so much) which has a protracted section about the misuse of the word “neat” so I like that, in this case, it works for both the old-school and modern meanings. Continue reading