I think both interviews went well, but I always think that. I'm very personable.
There are some next steps for one job that I have to do today, a writing exercise, and they'd like to see other examples of my writing. I don't know what examples to send. My most recent professional writing was maybe four years ago? So I'll dig through the ol' archives and try to find something vaguely interesting.
I had a med check yesterday with my drug dealer and we decided to bump up the dosage of my antidepressant. I recently switched to a low dosage of Prozac after years of being on Effexor, and I definitely feel better than I did, but still pretty down. So we'll see how well more of the 'zac makes me feel. Today is obviously the first day of the new dosage, so I don't really feel any different yet. A slight headache, maybe, but that could be caused by any number of things.
The weather is still frigid and I don't plan on leaving the house today. Temps are in the single digits, but at least it's not windy. A friend in Illinois posted an Instagram story about having to evacuate her apartment yesterday morning because of the fire alarm and the temp was something like minus 42 degrees. Let me repeat that: MINUS FORTY-TWO DEGREES. Ridiculous. And yet somehow the temp is supposed to rise into the mid 50s this weekend. Around here, anyway. A fifty-degree swing in temperature within a few days is not normal.
Why do news organizations insist on having their poor reporters standing outside while reporting on weather? It's FREEZING out there. Like Trevor Noah said last night on The Daily Show, you can just tell us it's cold outside. We'll believe you.
I'm going to make some lunch, then work on that writing exercise for that job opportunity. I keep thinking ahead, asking myself what I'd do if I was offered both jobs, when in reality I'm just lucky I was given the chance to interview for them. I need to slow my role.
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