Phone In My Pocket

I rarely carry my cell phone on me. It usually languishes in my purse, crammed in under my journal, wallet, and whatever else I picked up along the way. Today's special item is dog biscuits in a plastic bag.

But today is different. Today I'm waiting for a call from a prospective employer. Either they will thank me for coming in twice to interview, but I'm not a perfect fit for the organization, or they'll happily tell me that they would like to hire me and the salary they're able to offer me is such-and-such sum per hour.

Did I mention I'm at work? I felt awkward and a little traitorous as I spoke to my current boss this morning, nodding as he explained he wanted to change one of my responsibilities, "Next time we record radio addresses, just use bullet-points if there is a list of items. It's easier to read that way." I thought, "But I might be gone before then." I smiled guiltily at his jovial face, and starting getting suspicious. "Maybe he knows!" I wondered. A series of possible conspiracies ran through my mind.

Shooshing my wild imagination, I sit here. Waiting for that call.

Addendum: Got the call. Got the job. Next step is to inform my current boss and decide on a departure date from my current job. My feelings are really mixed on this, but I'm also happy to finally find employment.