George’s job interview, assuming everything went as scheduled, began almost two hours ago. So here I sit, trying to work, nervously awaiting word.
Dither, twitch, fidget.
(For those who haven’t seen it mentioned elsewhere, she’s applying for a position that’d be a perfect fit for her–but would have us moving halfway across the country. So while I’m desperately hoping she gets it, it’ll make the next few months really hectic, and it means leaving behind a number of people I’d prefer not to say goodbye to.)