Penny on the Descent – At Sea – [09/23/2015]

Who am I anyway
Am I my resume
That is a picture, of a person I don’t know
What does he want from me
What should I try to be?
So many faces, all around and here we go
I need this job
Oh god I need this show…

I forget that I’m actually quite good at phone interviews. I landed my first two major jobs via phone interviews. My voice never sounds nervous, and you can’t see over the phone that I’m nervously twirling my hair or fiddling with a pen. So there I sat, in a locked office, waiting for a phone to ring that I was certain was going to remain silent.

Except ring it did. The hiring manager on the other end offered immediate and profuse apologies for being so late, explaining that he had gotten caught up in a ship-to-shore call (thinking it was me calling him ironically) and couldn’t get out of it.

After 45 minutes on the phone, I’m willing to admit something: I want this job.

You may laugh, but I wasn’t willing to admit that this morning. For one thing, I hadn’t really heard from the source what the job really was – that’s what the interview was about. Now that I know a bit more about it, I’m finding my interest is perked a lot more. This is one heck of a carrot at the end of the stick. The one thing that was really holding me back from committing to be interested was that I was afraid I wouldn’t be travelling anymore, but as it turns out ,travel is going to be a fair bit of the job description; possibly as much as bi-monthly.

A long time ago – or what feels like a long time ago – I sat in a corner café in Sicily with Amras and went on and on and on about a job that didn’t exist yet. A job I wanted; but couldn’t figure out how to create; because it didn’t exist yet.

Well it exists now, and I think I just interviewed for it…