What was I talking about, anyway?

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I had a job interview on Friday. It was at the Paper Tiger of Oshkosh, which is technically a BookWorld. I don't know why it has a different name. There are maybe 40 BookWorlds in the chain, and then 3-4 stores that have different names. If I end up in Watertown, perhaps I will try to get that store named "Susan."

(Dammit. I used that exact same joke in the first try at this entry, but it was funnier somehow. Damn you to hell, Paul. To hell, I say!!)

See, I'm still in the running for the Watertown managerial position, but that store may not open for months and months. They've run into some sort of zoning issues. Oshkosh needs a manager ASAP. So, I applied.

Apparently, one of the other candidates not only has my year of general Bookworld lovin under her belt, but she works at that particular store, and she has previous manager experience. I guess my only real chance is to hope that BookWorld awards me extra points for my long, gorgeous legs.

No, wait. I'm trying to be positive about this. Regional Manager Ann did say that she wasn't going to automatically hire this other woman. I am a totally viable candidate. I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and gosh darn it, people like me. Yeah.

But, then we have to look at whether this really is something I want. Oh, you mean I don't have to move to the bigger, more exciting city? I don't have to figure out if I can be a totally independent adult quite yet? That's.... good, right?

Besides, the only thing I knew for certain in high school was that I wanted to get the fuck outta Oshkosh. Now, I'm stressing because I might NOT get the job that means I'll be stuck there for at least a few more years? Nice one, God. You so crazy!

(In the first version of this entry, there was a long digression approximately here-ish about how I ended up at this point in my life in the first place. I'm thinking now that it wasn't really necessary, but it concluded with this one really brilliant thought. Something about how amazing all my friends are. You guys would have loved it. But Paul made that entry go away, and all the stuff leading up to that one sentence was kinda boring, so I'm gonna skip it this time around. Say it with me, DAMN YOU, PAUL!!)

Anyway, I'm thinking I'll know about Oshkosh one way or the other by the end of this week. Then, I can go back to worrying about the repercussions of maybe being hired in Watertown. There's just no pleasing me, is there?

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