I had a job interview this morning. I was pretty nervous about it. I don’t get nervous about a lot of things, but job interviews are one of them. It’s true. I did a search on this blog for the word nervous, and it was only used twice with regards to me in all the years I’ve been doing this thing.

So, I’ve been mentally preparing myself for this interview ever since it was set up earlier this week - maybe even ever since I put my resume in for the job. I even had exactly which shirt and tie I was going to wear with my suit all picked out.

This morning, I got ready for work, and had some time to spare, so I checked my email. When I was done, I got up, put on my shoes, and went to head out the door. It was raining a little bit, so I wondered if I should put on my rain jacket. As soon as that thought formed in my head, I realized that I hadn’t put on my suit, I was just wearing the shirt/tie I picked out and some dress pants. I looked at my watch, thought that I had an outside shot at being able to get changed and still catch my bus. I ran up the stairs, pulled off my shoes and pants (didn’t hang the pants up) and threw on my suit as quickly as I could. When I got out the door, I thought that there was virtually no way I’d catch my bus, but I left anyway, mentally kicking myself. As I rounded the corner, I saw that my bus was just pulling out of the terminal, so I kicked it into high gear. Fortunately it was the regular driver, and he recognized me, and waited. I caught my bus.

It gets better - just stay with me on this one…

So, the interview was at 11:00, and I headed down a couple of minutes early, just to make sure I wasn’t late. Before the interview started, my boss walked in and handed me a raise - good sign when you’re interviewing with someone who just gave you a raise, right? Anyway, the interview went ok, I think I got the real me across, which is all I can really hope for - if I’m not right for the job as me, there’s no percentage in getting the job pretending to be someone else. As I’m heading for the elevator, I reach for my security card, and realize that I left my suit jacket in my office. In my office. I felt like a complete tool for going through all the stress over wearing my suit, only to forget the jacket in my office.

If nothing else, I got a blog post out of it. The decision will be made next week sometime, and it’s out of my hands, so I won’t worry about it until I get/don’t get it.

Simpson’s quote of the day: “I’d say the pressure has finally gotten to Dad, but what pressure?” - Bart