Three years ago today my dad shoved the final box into my car and we headed south to Me-hi-co. (We also removed the toaster oven when we realized there wasn’t room for my file box. Talk about a decision I’ll regret for the next 1083 days.) That same day (it was a Monday) two close friends started new jobs, so this date has kind of stuck with me.
Today — exactly three years later — I have my first interview! Yay!
I know it’s ridiculous to get excited before I’ve even set foot in the company, but it seems like a really good fit for me and frankly, I feel like I’m due some good news. (Yes, I realize I’ve probably just jinxed myself there.)
The interview isn’t until later this afternoon so… any advice?