A couple of good things did come from spending the weekend sick and in bed. I emerged feeling well rested and bright eyed. I may not have gotten a head start on my work; I’d taken home copies of documents that I would need to sift through in order to write up the narrative for one of my cases.
I don’t often take work home but seeing as how I was scheduled to provide a sample narrative (a test), at the company I am interviewing at, I figured that it would give me practice and keep me from falling behind. Instead of being ahead of the game, I was well rested. That works too.
The best part about Monday morning was figuring out what to wear. This is because received a care package of sorts: clothing, beautiful clothing. I selected a cream colored silk blouse, my brown slacks, and heels. I tucked the shirt in and sucked my belly in to match. I happily discovered that this task is a lot easier when there aren’t stomach cramps to deal with. I wore my hair straight for the first time in months, I think. I was hard work to tame down the frizz in hair that has become accustomed to doing it’s own thing. A bit of make up, not too fancy ear rings, and I was on my way feeling beautifully confident.
Until the email came in noting that my 20-60 minute test would now be an interview with the Sr. Director of the department. This was less than an hour from the appointed time. My stomach knotted up in a way different from the weekend’s experience. I began working on my breathing. It was all I felt confident in doing.
And before long, it was time to leave my desk and drive, in my air conditioned car, the two driveways down the street to Company J.
