Interview...?

I'm tired, but that good kind of tired that happens after you realize that things are out of yoru hands, and you worked hard to ensure that alll you could do, had been done.

I went up to Ashland for the interview Tuesday night. The weather was bad; it was snowing sideways, and at one point, I skated across the road and ended up doing a 720° spin. It was a bit terrifying in that adrenaline-pumping ohmygodwereallgonnadie kind of way. Anyway, I arrive safely, collapse in my room, and watch tv.

The next morning I am awakened at about 0530 by a truck backing up nearby, and quite possibly into, the motel directly under my room. I go back to sleep only to get a call at 0800 that my interview isn't happening. One of the interviewers can't amke the drive in due to the weather. But I luck out, they're willing to give me a tour of the lab. I get to meet the people, including most of those with whom I will be interviewing, and from Scouts to science to sci-fi, I click with just about everyone there. Video games are a major topic of conversation as well. I can't shake the feeling of somehow coming home.

I enjoyed the visit, I'm going to enjoy the interview next Thursday, and I think I am a very competitive candidate for this position. Keep your fingers crossed, say a little prayer if you're of that persuasion, and hope that this works out. Something tells me, though, that I'm now where I'm supposed to be. Kinda creepy when it works out like that, really... ok, going to bed now before my eyes start bleeding.