Tomorrow is The Day.
My interview for the KCS "Conductor Trainee" job. Naturally, me being me I've driven myself to such a height of fevered pitch that if I don't get the job I'm going to be, emotionally, at the point of hurling myself off some very high place, like the top of Rachel Hunter's head.
Tomorrow at noon I slip out of work ostensibly for "an appointment." Yeah. An appointment with my destiny, perhaps. Or just a pair of HR reps from the KCS home office who want to grill me to see how serious a candidate I am. 108 miles one way to get there (the interview is being held several cities to the south of me in Red Stick*, our fair and overcrowded capital,) a three o'clock appointment and after that? Who knows.
Que sera, sera.
By the first of June either I'll be getting ready for an 8 week trip to a school starting June 2 in Kansas City, MO for extensive and intensive training in, er, trains or I'll be begging you guys to keep thinking positive that the local electric company will see my average math skills and my upper 10% in everything else scores on their aptitude test (remember the giraffe plotting?) and will give me a nod, a wink, a poke in the eye with a sharp stick, something to let me know they've noticed me and want me to become a Power Plant Technician with them.
Either way I'm hoping to be able to leave Very Big Home Health's local agency with a rude gesture at the director who thinks I'm not very much a team player.
*insert Gallic shrug here*
Ye gods I'm a wreck.
* Baton Rouge - in French literally "Red Stick." I think they named it that because if you shove a pole into any bayou water in Louisiana and draw it back out it'll be reddish brown due to all the Tony Sacherie's seasoning floating around.