I’m not good at being patient. I don’t like surprises. Ergo, I am not good at waiting to hear something back from the interview.
Maybe it didn’t go as well as I thought. Maybe she’s working on negotiating salary. Maybe she’s interviewing more qualified people. Maybe they hated me. Maybe I totally blew it. Maybe she didn’t like my shoes.
This has been running through my head for the last two days. It’s like being on a rollercoaster.
Either way, I don’t like it and I’m not good at it.
For the last two days between 8 and 5 I’ve checked my phone probably 1000 times to see if I missed a call or an email.
I hate this. I told my psychiatrist this morning that it’s like being on pins and needles constantly. She claims that this is actually a good thing – it’s normal behavior and normal reactions. It’s not being driven to outstanding heights by my anxiety. I guess she has a point.
Still though, the waiting is going to kill me.
And to add insult to injury, I have a sinus infection so I’m just kind of all around miserable.
Thank goodness I’m off tomorrow.