After six months of interviews, helping to invent the role, making a mock-advertisement, and more waiting than was entirely polite, I didn’t get a job I was hoping to get. Kind of hoping to get, by the end it was taking so long and the people were so weirdly trady and rude that I kind of didn’t want it to work out. I got my wish, I suppose. 

This ill-begotten job was found through a connection with an old friend, but beyond that it was entirely seperate from any professional or social connections in my life. It felt like a bubble universe that had the potential to suck me in.

It didn’t, and I have to believe that I was spared some hideous alternate future. 

Of course I had used the potential of this gig as an excuse to not look for other things. A valid excuse really, becuase “looking” for me consists of reaching out to people I know, and I’d have hated to reach out to folks if their assistance and insight might’ve been thrown out the window as I accepted some other ill-begotten gig. 

Excuse gone, time to write emails.