The waiting game continues

And so I went, and interviewed. I think it went okay, but I'm never quite sure after, always wondering if I should have said something different. It's more excruciating than a date. I think it went okay, though. I think. Maybe. Hell, I don't fuckin' know.

There is an upside. If they want me, they'll call me tomorrow. So i figure I have until 5PM to know. And if they don't, then it just doesn't happen, I suppose.

Downside? If I get it, it'll turn my life quite upside down, starting... Monday! Well, I wanted change, now didn't I. I may get more than I bargained for.

Still. I'm keeping up the mantra of "it doesn't really matter, it doesn't really matter". And the really weird thing is now that the interview is over, I almost don't want it. No, don't get me wrong, I won't turn it down. I can't turn that kind of money down. But it is strange all the same that I am dancing on a knife edge, just waiting, not being able to do anything about it. And I've seen this waiting in others before, I've seen what it's like to not get that call.

So, if there's no call, there's no call. I hunker down and get cracking on my finals and grab the catalog and start registering for next term. One foot in front of the other.

Current time till deadline: 19h 20m.