Do you do the thing I do, loop job interviews endlessly over and over again in your head when they're over? I also do that when I've had conversations with new people. There is no way to suspend this audio loop in my head and the little spasm that accompanies it when I remember how horribly I screwed up the answer...agghghghgh I hate interviews. People, I screwed up "what's your favourite movie". Seriously. Is it wrong to follow up your interview with an e-mail clarifying the points you made? Or does that it make you look desperate. Not that I'm even sure I want this job - it looks to be very challenging and maybe I don't want to be challenged yet - is that wrong? I'm always confused between "stretching my comfort limits and facing my fears" vs. "maybe I'm just not that good at that particular skill and I SHOULD be afraid of it". Do you know what I mean? Whatever, I think I would say yes if offered which I doubt just so I don't have to do a three hour panel interview again.

I was supposed to go to the Arcade Fire show afterwards but at the last minute I gave my ticket to a desperate soul who had a much better chance of making it to the venue on time without a baby and not wearing their interview clothes. I didn't sell it (as many did) just made him solemnly swear to vote. I told him I would take my disappointment out on my baby. I hope he knew it was a joke. I thought my ticket to see Michelle Obama was sort of a consolation prize but went anyway. It was delayed two hours by the weather in Chicago but she whipped off that plane looking far more stylish than I imagined in a Prada-esque purple day dress and then commenced to speak for almost 2 hours without notes. Craaaazy. I can't get through 2 minutes without notes. I'm wearing my politics loud and proud for this election, sorry, but dang I was deeply impressed. I got goose bumps. I teared up when she talked about child care and having to be far away from your family because of jobs and schools. I smiled constantly, even as my child threw a hissy fit and we had to wait out in the hall until she fell asleep. It was a little like a revival meeting too, with the women in the front rows nodding and "Amen"ing and at one point calling out "Preach it, Future First Lady!" at which point the whole place went crazy. Schoolkids were wearing shirts with a homemade slogan of "He's Black and I'm Proud" and it gave me pause, to think of a 10 year old feeling excited about politics.
It turned out not to be a consolation prize after all, not one bit.