Well gang, the verdict is in. Unfortunately I did not get the job that I have been writing about for the past two weeks. I am quite disappointed over the outcome. Looking on the bright side it was a great experience interviewing for such a high level position. In the final round there were only two of us being considered out of six people. The employer decided to go with someone who had more experience.

Oh well, I’m back on the main track again. I slowed my job hunting pace a bit while I was interviewing with this company. I now know that I can not afford to slow down anymore. I must forge ahead at full steam no matter how close I may come to obtaining that “perfect” position. I must always remember it’s not over until the fat drag queen lip-syncs!

And then there were two… I don’t think I ever want to interview for another job again, ever! There is just too much anxiety waiting to find out if that company has chosen you or not. This process started over two weeks ago for me and as I have stated in previous posts I have been a wreck. It is now down to the wire. I am one of two candidates being considered for this position. I am also drinking like a fish and smoking a pack a day! My mind is wandering in and out of reality. I have created several running scenarios of what will happen if I get the job and if I do not get the job. Thankfully suicide is not included in any of those scenarios. Homicide maybe but not suicide. The worst part is the waiting. Every time the phone rings my heart takes a nose dive to my feet. I guess my heart feels safer down there.

I have been very vocal about my current plight and have told this story to anyone within earshot. After I have sang my sad song I ask them to wish me good luck or to pray for me. You can never have too many prayers with you. I’m beginning to think that obtaining this position may come down to the number of prayers that have been sent up in my favor. My dad always says, “Leave it in God’s hands.” I know what that means now. No matter how smart, talented or charismatic you are there is someone equally as smart talented and charismatic. It basically boils down to the toss of a coin. Only God knows which way that coin will land. OK, everyone send up a prayer for me.

For those of you waiting with baited breathe wondering if I have secured that most elusive of all creatures, a job. You can keep holding your breathe! I just had my second interview yesterday and I think it went quite well. I actually interviewed with one of the presidents but didn’t realize he was a head honcho until after the interview! Well, he was so damn young. I am sure that he is younger than I am. Not that I am that young but I never envision people my age as presidents or CEOs of a corporation. It’s kind of freaky.

Anyway, I was so pleased with myself regarding yesterday’s interview and the follow up work that I had to go out and have a nightcap at a local gay watering hole. So I decided to go to Roscoe’s. That place can definitely be described as a hole! Monday nights must bring out the freaks because one guy decided he wanted to be my ‘friend’. Somewhere in the conversation I mentioned that I was out of work and looking for a new job. Can you believe this LAME ASS MOTHERF**KER had the nerve to ask me to buy him a drink?!? Oh, that was after he asked me if I get high. Ugh! Lord, please send me a plain old Mary that likes Madonna, has a job and doesn’t do drugs! I don’t ask for much, or do I….

Well boys and girls, it finally happened. I have officially been called back for that second interview I’ve been having anxiety attacks about! I was relieved when my recruiter called to tell me the news. Actually, I was relieved for about five minutes then I started thinking about the interview. What kind of questions would they ask this time? What would I wear? I only have one suite! Would I really like working for this company? Can I afford not to work for this company?? I guess five minutes without anxiety is all anyone can ask for during these trying times. :- )

I found out this Saturday why I don’t like to garden or do those very earthy gritty things. Because you get dirty! I was helping my friend Kevin with a project he has been working on for several months. He is into composting BIG time. I don’t mean that little bitty bin of compost you see some people have in their backyard. No this thing is about four feet in diameter and about four and a half feet tall. HUGE! He is creating a short film about the process and I will be in the production acting out the many stages of creating your own compost! Exciting right? Well, it was pretty cool until I started shoveling that stinky shit into another pile. I thought my cat box smelled bad! There were several times I had to stop because I couldn’t take the smell. Kevin is quite used to it because he does it every two weeks. Yes, I’m a lightweight. I admit it. Everyone who reads my journal already knows that I am a true product of the 23rd century trapped in the 21st. Robots should be doing all of that dirty work. Personaly, I can't wait to buy a robot that looks like Dean Cain. I would take out three mortgages for that!