I had an interview this afternoon. For an interesting position, with a company with whom I would very much like to be employed.

I’m sitting here right this moment thinking about everything I should have said, and didn’t. Things like, “I’m really, REALLY good at sending faxes.” And: “Multi-tasking? No problem!” Or maybe: “Honestly, I just really need a job. And I can do! this particular job. Savvy? Also: I’m really good at making coffee.”

If you see pictures on my site of me pondering a sketchy, sort of dirty 80’s-looking van in the next few days, that’s not a particularly great sign. Unless that van happens to be The Mystery Machine. In which case, I have the best job EVER.