YAY! Good luck, pupps!

BTW, the best job interview advice I ever heard was given by this guy to a friend of mine. He told her:

"Put peanut butter in your shoes. That way, if things start to get too serious or the people there start making you feel uptight, you can just sit back and smile to yourself, because only you will know... you have peanut butter in your shoes."

woohee! Good luck!

BP, they'll just think you're wearing a stinky-shoe+peanut butter cologne.

here's hoping, pup!

You'll do great and be offered the job!

Luck! Lots of it! Yay!

Good luck, mud!

Luck!

*crosses fingers*

Here's mud in your eye!

Did you nail it?

I need an update!!!

Good luck!

So? How did it go?

Eh, it was okay I guess. The made a point of telling me how many really qualified candidates they had, which I think probably means that they have people with deeper journalistic backgrounds than I have. (Both of the women interviewing me are former journalists, so I think that's probably their bias.)

They're going to be screwed if they go that route, though, because there are some non-journalistic aspects to the job that an ambitious writerly type (which I am not) is going to balk at.

So hopefully they'll see that I'm what they need, but I'm not really holding out a whole lotta hope anymore.

And I'm coming down with a cold and I feel crappy!

Anyway, thanks for all the good wishes.

You never know, pup. You never know.

Sorry you're feeling poorly; I'm coping with the aftermath of some guacamole that had apparently gone south. Pray for me.

I hope you get this one, mudpuppie. I know that if I want something bad enough, I do well on the interview. I think the worst interview I ever gave was for a job deep down inside I really knew I didn't want. I know I didn't pull out my lucky socks for that interview, and that says a lot.

(I have a pair of socks that depict women diving on them. Every interview I've worn them to, I've been offered the job. Now I'm thinking I should wear them on dates....)

I read that as socks that having women driving on them. That seemed odd.

Mudpuppie, I am sure they loved you. And if they didn't love you, then I am sure we will all go beat them up for you.

Fingers crossed!