Sunday, February 19, 2006


While making my New Year's resolutions, I wrote:

I'm going to pretend I have my first airline interview on March 1st.

Today's e-mail included more than twenty-five invitations to chemically improve my sex life, and one short e-mail with the subject "Interview." I opened it, expecting it to extol the virtues of "a fine luxury wrist accessory," but instead it said,

You have been selected for an interview ...
It's not an airline, but it is a very valuable step towards where I want to be this fall, and is a sweet payoff for the effort I have put in. At the very worst, it is interview experience.

I can't tell you too much about the company, because if all goes as planned, it will become the new company that I don't tell you anything about, because I work there. I will let you know how the interview went, and then you'll have to read between the lines to see if I got the job. You know how.


Astroprof said...

Good luck!

Lord Hutton said...

Yay! and Woo! as you northern yanks say. Or is that "western Scottish"?
Well done.

Sam said...

Woot! Congrats & good luck, 'trix.