Interview complete, I have returned home gratefully to a warm and cozy house to sit on a comfortable sofa with a cat and a cup of tea. This is the life!
The interview went quite well, actually. I was impressed with the company, and although from the outside the building is nothing special, the offices inside seem to be quite nice. I was blown away to discover that, if offered the position, I would have my own office. It would be an amazing opportunity to enter straight into an Assistant Editor position. I was pleased to learn that this isn't just some clever word-play to embellish the "Editorial Assistant" title; I would be doing editorial work rather than administrative duties, which is a bonus.
It's funny how we inevitably conjure up images of dragonic creatures as interviewers before the ominous appointment, only to be faced with real human beings. The two women who interviewed me were extremely friendly (and very young; I have to admit to being surprised.)
I would like to second Dona's complaints about the temperature. It's FREEZING! I'm so completely cold, I can't stand it. I can't wait to hop on a plane (the week after next, and I still haven't got dates for the Southern Progress interviews so I can't book tickets yet!) I can't wait to be in the sunshine again, even if it is getting cooler in Mississippi.
When I returned home there was an envelope from Harvard waiting for me. A graduate brochure. Is this a sign?
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introduction to poetry
I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide
or press an ear against its hive.
I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,
or walk inside the poem's room
and feel the walls for a light switch.
I want them to waterski
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author's name on the shore.
But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with rope
and torture a confession out of it.
They begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means.
-- Billy Collins
Every tear you cry
Every doubt you have
All of these things will pass away
All of your big mistakes
Your little old heart would break
Wishing that i could take them back
Write down the things you don't want
Burn them in a glass
Write down the things you dream of
Make a paper plane that flies to Heaven
-- Jann Arden
Thursday, November 02, 2006
after interview thoughts
posted by Anna at 12:25 PM
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3 Comments:
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congrats, anna- you're a freakin' star.
may i suggest though that if you were slightly less awesome, decision-making might be made more easy, as everyone wouldn't be fighting to get a piece of you. of course then you'd have to decide in what way you'd downgrade the kick-assness, and really that would be a painful decision in itself.
it's a hard life for the the irrestistably employable.
yay for anna! and yay for anna blogging about the yayness!
dona -
At 4:17 AM,
Brian Sibley
It may very well be a sign. Now you just have to figure out what the signified is. Congratulations on your interview going well!