…or at least the interview which could land me half way around the world again. As I am not sure if we are Skyping or phoning, I am sitting in front of my computer waiting for either option. I am grateful to have this opportunity for an interview, but I am not sure that half way around the world is where I am supposed to be in the upcoming months. And, it was supposed to rain today, but it is not, so I could be out mounding up the potato plants so they make more delicious little morsels.
(I could do that in the rain as well, but it is not as much fun. And I don’t even want to talk about my hair in the rain.)
The fingers on my right hand are semi-crusty with dirt in cracks which should not be there after I mounded up half of the potatoes this morning. If I remembered to lotion after each trip in from the garden, my hands would not be starting to look as if they were being leatherized. They will be fine after the bath tonight, but they currently remind me that, yes, dirt is dirty.
Ack. I just broke a nail. I am most grateful that I glanced to my right and saw a nail file sticking out of the pencil holder. I don’t know about you, but having a jagged nail while on an interview with Singapore would be terribly distracting. There are five minutes left until the call is supposed to happen. I am currently typing this so as to distract myself as I sit here and wait.
I am not sure I should tell you this, but I love Skype interviews. I am currently still wearing my gardening pants. I splashed some lipstick on, put on a shirt which was not covered in detritus from my morning jaunt, and am sitting here waiting. Three minutes left. I suppose there are some who would say I should be dressed top to tail as I would on a normal interview. They are probably right. But my stockinged feet are ready to slip back into my boots and my garden pants are much more comfy…ACK. Just got the email. Skype call it is. Good thing I have the lipstick on.
Here we go…well, almost. Waiting to go into an interview is always nervous making. I am not sure if it is more nervous making while wearing gardening pants or less.
I’m just someone trying to figure out how to juggle ten acres, work, a mama with stage four cancer, and a whole lot of grumpy. This blog started out as “Grumpy Gal’s Guide to Gratitude,” but since all I really keep typing about is the garden, I figured I might as well own it! So, thanks for joining me as I try and figure out how the heck to kick myself in the booty and get on with life.