An hour and a half and a headache later, I leave the interview knowing I will not be the one. The first ten minutes I knew. I sat there listening and observing the person in me that moves around and does things while sitting perfectly still and looking normal...I observed that person standing up and announcing there is no way I can do this and leaving. Instead I sit and pretend and listen to the other voice that says just give it a chance ~ sit and listen and find out more.
I wanted to like this person and this job but I am not up for giving a three year commitment to helping them with the tasks they have at hand. I am also a different creature, this person is very serious. Too serious for me. And there is much seriousness in the job, much documentation of a lifetime of stuff and frankly that just isn't something I can stand to think about doing. Nor can I imagine or fathom celebrating Christmas for as long as this person does...I would be the poor sod wrapping presents the next few months. I left there feeling crushed. Like I physically had had a thick heavy thing pressing on me.
Off to home depot. Nothing like buying hardware to sharpen my spirits. On my way home I dropped off more RR Plates at the welders for more clock backings. And I noticed a little pottery shop closing up nearby and jotted down their leasing number. My crazy side took over and thought why not call and see what the rent is, open your own gallery and studio. Hell I have a few years of credit card living in me don't I? That's my fantasy....Paula Wahla World.