Day 187

Day one hundred eighty-seven

May 7, 2013: I just realized today that I have no clothes I can wear to work at a bank. Why is that so important? Because today I was called again by the person who interviewed me yesterday. Guess who's going to have a um, (is there a special name for an interview done in person, a personal interview, a physical interview, a real interview, they all sound wrong.) Any way, I'm going to the actual bank, and talking to a person who will be only a couple feet away from me. Supposedly I wasn't supposed to hear back from them for about four days, with the interview not happening till the beginning of next week, at the soonest. I am both really excited this is going along much faster than anticipated, but another part of me is thinking, "What, what, what?! No, arrgh, I wasn't supposed to be freaking out about this for at least another week." Just remember girl, besides being an eccentric rich author living in a brick house in a secluded forest, working at a bank is your dream job.