June 6th, 2007

Ilsa

Don't Drop the Ball

You know how in baseball sometimes, when two fielders both run toward a fly ball shouting "I've got it, I've got it," the ball ends up on the ground?

APPARENTLY I'M THE BALL!!! Just like in baseball, I suspect I'm gonna end up as a "dead ball," too. Collapse )
Ilsa

Drop the Ball II

The thing I find really frustrating is being left hanging.

I don't think there is anything I loathe more than job interviews. Nevertheless, I was ready to go to the interview this afternoon. I was ready to receive either a "yes" or "no" response. "Yes" would have been great, "no" would have been discouraging, but I've been trying to gear myself up for running the interview gauntlet (or, more accurately, gantlet, altho' either spelling is acceptable) over the next several weeks, so I think I could have dealt with a rejection.

It's the lack of a concrete response that's giving me a headache.

Rationally, I know there's nothing more I can do about it tonight. Yet, I'm going to sit here, nervous, on edge, stewing over it.

All I wanted was a "yes" or "no." I don't want to be the cannon fodder in some kind of internecine game of one-upmanship.