The Job Opp

So, I received an interesting Facebook message this morning from one of my former editors (he's since left the company we all worked at, and is at another company...doing magazines). They just lost someone and they're looking to replace.

Since I got the email, I guess I'm on the list.

I, of course, gave him my contact info. I'd like nothing better than to work with one of my biker boys again, even if it's with trucks this time. I know better than to get my hopes up, as my actual management experience is next to zilch (I got a little bit of training from my last ME, but that was it) and let's face it, I've had a lot of pollution done to my brain working at The Cesspit. I'm not sure I'm qualified to work in magazines anymore.

Still. It'd be pretty sweet.

He sent a very nice email to their HR, and now I've just received a note from the boss over there asking me for an interview. Lordy. I sent them my availability (anytime, pretty much) and now we just wait and see.

I guess, just....wow.

Yeah.

I guess it's who you know.

This, of course, leads me to questions. Do I want a full-time gig? It's very close, so that horrific commute to Irvine is wiped off the map. Steady paychecks are always a fine, fine thing. It sorta goes against my whole "I am gonna work for myself!" rant, of course. But...it's a job, and it's an industry I was good with.

I don't know. We'll see what they say during my interview.

There is the whole "Why did you leave The Cesspit?" question, which I'm sure I shouldn't answer with OMFG let me tell you about that shithole.

Needless to say, I can hardly get any work done, so I'm just gonna go for a walk and soothe my nerves.