Hope

I submitted my application to The Bulletin today for a part-time job as a Special Projects Editorial Assistant. I desperately want it. I am so afraid of not even getting an interview. But I'm also afraid that I won't be considered because I wouldn't be available until August 19. But they didn't specify by what time they wanted to fill the position. After submitting my application, I spent the next few minutes kicking myself for not hanging onto it for another day to obsess over the cover letter some more. Then I reminded myself that the point of a cover letter is to share a little about yourself and your abilities and goals, not everything ever that makes you want or qualified for the job. It's a gateway to an interview.

I really really really really want this job.

In other news, I've been offered an interview for the job here in Minnesota for August 13. I need to respond tomorrow, but I'm not sure what to respond. I thought Sarah and I were planning to stay here for two days to do fun things before beginning the drive to Utah, and it would be day two. It's also an hour and a half to get to St. Cloud. And another hour and a half back. And the interview would be three hours long (including a news meeting, editing test and being introduced to lots of people).

I don't think I really want that job.

But it would be good practice to interview. It could be the only good job I have a chance at. It could be a very good thing for me. I would get new skills and stuff. But working weird hours and the fear of making a mistake when my job is to catch them is so stressful. That's why the job I applied for today seems so magical.

Here's the description:

Hopefully clicking on this will make it big enough to read.

Entry level position. Wearing several (metaphorical) hats. Flexible hours. Writing, editing and general editorial assistance. I could do that. It's perfect for me.

My fear is that the samples I submitted will somehow not demonstrate what I know myself to be capable of.

Really what I hope for is to hear back within a week on at least whether I'm even being considered. What I desperately hope for is to get the job by August 10 so I can politely cancel the interview I suppose I should accept.

If I was working part-time with flexible hours, I could find another job or work on my own pursuits (like learning InDesign better, or studying for the LSAT) in my spare time. Being back in Bend would be so lovely. I love Bend. I love my parents. I love my cats. I love the mountains. Boom dee yada.

In two weeks, I will be getting Sarah from the airport in 20 minutes. I love Sarah (and Liz).