Saturday, June 7, 2008

and then sometimes miracles happen

When I wrote that last post at nine a.m. Friday, I had been up all night applying for jobs. (Hey, it's not my fault that I got a headache bad enough for excedrin when it was already nearly midnight, and that Anna-Lisa was here (yay!) and she totally kept us up until 3:30 anyway. Okay so maybe it was the other way around...) Not five hours after posting my little sob story, I got a phone call from a number that I did not recognize. Normally, I don't bother to answer. If I don't know them, they probably don't know me, and odds are it's a recorded message in Spanish telling me that I won something that I never wanted anyway. Since I have lately been sharing my phone number with strangers in my desperate attempts to get a job, I decided to make an exception, just in case. And wouldn't you know it, the person calling was somebody who (1) had actually read my resume and (2) was impressed by it enough to call and tell me so. They're going to call back next week for a phone interview, since the place is just a bit far for a quick commute from Provo. I mean like a few states away. And western states are big. So, keep your fingers crossed for me, unless they're busy knitting or eating or typing or something. In the meantime, I guess I'll keep working on backup plans.

[Update, 9 June: it happened again, only this time it was an email instead of a phonecall. I wonder why things seem to be pointing toward my moving to Texas, of all places??]

1 comment:

Nocturne said...

woohoo, yous goin ta get a job