an essay on wanting

my gods. i want two things very very badly right now.
1 - an a&r job
2 - the oilers to win the stanley cup

the whole sordid saga of my job interview is too tedious to put here. briefly... i had an interview. it went well. i have done the job before and i seem to be a natural no-brainer to hire. that being said, this industry is never one to go with brains. if you know what i mean. i was promised that i'd be 'hearing from them very soon'. then i got a return message to my thank-you for the interview email telling me they would make a decision by the following week.

by mid-week i was wound tighter than a (i don't know, insert metaphor of your liking here) and making myself ill over it. i sent another quick email asking them for a timeline on their decision and told them again how excited i was by the opportunity that they have to offer... blah blah blah. by the friday i still hadn't heard from them and i was leaving toronto on the saturday not to be back until the following wednesday. not wanting to send them another note so soon, i decided to send my contact info to the vp of hr. she sent me back an email telling me she 'believed' that they had made a decision to hire from within but that she still hadn't heard from them either.

i was bummed. what a way to go off to edmonton in an attempt to cheer on the oilers. so so bummed.

anyway - i'm back now, but my sources at the company say that an annoucement has not yet been made about the new hire. and i still haven't heard anything at all from the guys i interviewed with. should i rekindle my dying spark of hope? (ok, let's be serious - it wasn't a dying spark. it was dead. as a door nail. done. over. finished. boo.) i am starting to have a little flicker of hope that the game is still afoot. maybe it's still meant to be mine?

please?

and regarding my other want - the oilers play the hurricanes tonight at 8:00pm. if we can win this one, we go back to edmonton. the oilers have come too far to have their season end tonight. GO OILERS GO!

i'll be the crazed person yelling at her tv at the top of her lungs tonight.

so much wanting. please give me a little satisfaction.

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