I had a job interview for what seemed like a really cool job about a month ago, or maybe longer than that. It was out in the suburbs, but I was actually kind of even excited about that-- the train, the tunnel, and wide weird open spaces on the outskirts of town. I was kind of talking myself into it maybe. I was a finalist for the position all through our vacation to NC, which was a neat, weird, difficult mental place to spend a vacation. At least I had a sharp haircut for the plane rides and southern engagements, I guess. I didn't get the job, and that's probably okay. This is from around the campus of the job that got away.


p said...

as my dad said, they missed a great man.

skunkbay said...

I agree with P