Disney purgatory.
Writing purgatory.
Job purgatory.
I feel like I've finally climbed to the top of the treehouse. Now I'm standing on the highest deck, looking out above the trees at the horizon, waiting to see if I'm getting a room in the house... or stepping onto the rope elevator back to the ground. It feels so close to one of them. This week is going to take forever.
It's really a 50/50 feeling. Maybe they'll accept me... maybe they won't. I'll have gotten all the way to the very end, and then let go. Let loose back in the cold, hard world of unemployment. The other Disney job, Stacy's old CT one, is still in the air; but Amy's also in the running, and I doubt I can outperform her. Although I do have Stacy's gold-star recommendation behind me, so I'm not going to give up.
Hopefully, it doesn't go that far, though. Hopefully, I get that call from Disney saying they're giving me the job.
Just thinking about the phone call is making my heart race. When I get it... I feel a pendulum in my chest.
Yes
No.
Yes.
No.
Yes.
No.
Please end on:
Yes.
Please.
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