I had a 2nd interview this week for the magazine position. It went well, I met with several people, including the publisher. Two and a half hours. Then I spoke on the phone with the HR guy in New York, and that went well. So now it’s a waiting game. I feel pretty good about it all, which is maybe a bad thing, because if I don’t get the job I’m going to be hugely disappointed.
I could have my name on the masthead of a real, live, published magazine! My name, in shining, shimmering glory. I always read the mastheads of magazines, because I’m a mag dork. And were I to get that job, any other mag dork that reads mastheads like me will see MY NAME. Well, mag dorks that are reading a sailing magazine. Probably not too many of those. Still, it’s very exciting.
I told Gordon if I didn’t get this job, I was moving back to Tucson. I wasn’t really serious about that–it would feel like a dog running home with his tail between his legs. There’s no honor or dignity in that. I guess I’ll just keep looking. Eventually I’m going to con my way into a job.
It’s snowing like crazy today. Lame.
- the beginning of the end
- masthead, here I come