Cat's and jobs

My cat is hilarious, I was showering today before my job interview, when I am alone in the house I usually leave the door open because why not? So she comes in to see what is happening, and she knows the shower is where the water is, so that is terrible of course, she pulls back to curtain a bit and yep, there I am, in the water. This is obviously a terrible crisis so she reacts the only way she can, by meowing piteously, when that doesn't work she decides she must go find help, and runs around the house looking for Zena, meowing all the while, she doesn't find her of course because Zena went to work, so she returns to the bathroom and the cycle continues, eventually she writes me off as a lost cause until the water turns off and then she is right back making sure I am alright. It's good times.

Oh yeah, I had an interview today, it was my second for the same position, I have no idea if I will get it but I won't precisely be disappointed if I don't. Not because the job is bad, it isn't, but because of my particular way of dealing with setbacks, see, if I have done everything I could to the best of my ability, and it still goes wrong, then I can handle that a lot better than if I know I screwed something up. Today I didn't screw up, I answered questions concisely, informatively, and where appropriate, amusingly. I accurately laid out my abilities and expectations, and provided all the evidence I could that I was the one for the job, if they don't hire me it won't be because I bombed the interview, it will be because what I am isn't what they are looking for, and I can live with that.

Obviously I won't be thrilled about it, but I won't stay awake at night calling myself a failure. I did the best I could, and I know that was actually pretty good. That is all I can ask of myself.

Now I am gonna go take a nap since I didn't sleep well at all last night.