The Treachery of Time

The Treachery of Time

I hate how time seems to warp when you're waiting for a scheduled call that you're dreading slightly. Like a job interview.

On one hand, I've been trying to find a job since I'm running out of unemployment benefits. This is the first gig that's actually gotten back to me.

Why I'm nervous:

I'm always a little anxious at the prospect of working with a different crew. I worry about dropping the ball. And even if I get the job, it's super short-term. 3-4 weeks.

Why I should feel better:

I've been doing these jobs for a while, in some tough situations. I'll figure it out. And I know the way these things go, you can get "extended" if you become an asset. It could directly lead to another gig or it could buy me enough time to get another gig elsewhere.

Why I'm still anxious about the call:

Who knows what curves they'll throw. Are they going to "test" me somehow over the phone? I'll just feel better once it's over.

And if I don't get it? Back to the drawing board. Back to where I was earlier this morning, looking at options.

Either way, I'm just gawking at the clock as the time gets closer. Time moves fast, time moves slow. Time stands still.