UPDATE: The interview went very well (I thought). Three people met with me, one after another, asking different questions of my skillset and of my availability. I had to mention my upcoming vacay but I said the dates I’d be away without hesitation, just matter-of fact. I think the first interviewer was the vetter, she decided if I had two heads or if my resume was off compared to the way I spoke and looked. She left the room after about ten minutes, then in came a second interviewer, a man. The third, and final interviewer was the person, if I got the job, with whom I’d work directly, so I thought it was a good sign I got to meet him. He asked me about my salary expectations (that’s always hard to answer – more than $1.50 please), and we talked about benefits too.
I was not offered the job on the spot (not that I expected it to be) but I got a good feeling.
I’ve picked out a business appropriate little black dress to wear.
Had my nails done to show my patriotism.
Double Spanxed. Sucked in. Pushed up.
Brushed, flosssed, rinsed a million times. Checked for any extraneous hairs on the chin.
I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. This is real. Wish me luck.