It’s an odd experience speaking to someone who directly influences the rhythm of your fate.
I am destined to get back to New York City for the time, this goes without saying. As I continue to trek this voyage, certain travelers I encounter bear unique significance.
This morning I had a 45 minute conversation with a Manhattan CEO capable of paving a path for the next frame of my life. (I know, right?)
If my understanding is correct, two other people will have similar conversations. A final decision will arrive in a two week proximity.
As my treasured tribe of love, I imagine you are wondering how it went. Well, it was fine. Something I’ve learned through my ten years of experience rolling job dice is that you reach a point where it isn’t about whether or not who you’re up against can perform – it really breaks down to luck. Or fate, if you will.
The reason I’m tripping is obviously because of what’s on the table. There are two possible outcomes:
1. Score job. Bounce back to town. Manage to fund my walk as a Writer. Squeal in delight.
2. Drag my feet back to the drawing board. Throw up. Brush myself off. Probably cry. Reposition.
I’m going to go edit poetry and pretend like I don’t care either way. I don’t reckon I’ll raise this issue again until I can share some sort of relevant call.
So keep your fingers crossed for me blog family…