Interview done

So I had my interview yesterday. I think I must be a really weird person when it come down to it. Because for some reason, when really big things are going to happen, it takes me a seriously long time to realize it.

For example, every time I get on a plane, it takes me about half way through the flight to realize I'm actually going somewhere. Obviously I know I'm going when I pack my bags, drive to the airport, hug people goodbye, but somewhere around Chicago is when I really start to remember that I'm going to hickville New York (well technically Swormville... but really same difference). The same thing happened on my flight to Japan (except for the Chicago part of course). Same thing also happens when I go my autopilot drive from Norcal to Socal and don't realize I'm going back to school till I pull onto 12th street.

So anyways I drove my self to L.A., had lunch with a friend, hung out in the waiting room with about 10 other people interviewing, joking around and asking questions, then had my interview in front of 3 people, drove back and now I'm still catching myself thinking of answers to 'possible questions.'

Pretty weird I think.

Oh yeah, I told a friend from home about my recent sagas of laptop deaths, cars that hate me, and various missing items, and she didn't believe me. I think it must be a bad sign when my life's become unbelievable to a woman who likes to write fiction. note to self - go see stranger than fiction.

ciao
-N