Seriously??

They want to hire me.

That means I have a job.

For real.

It really hasn't sunk in yet. 

I won't let it sink in either.  The job is coming with conditions, so I'm really wary of letting myself get too excited yet. 

They want me to start Thursday.  As in three days from now.  But, there's a catch: it's temp-to-perm.  I have to audition first before they'll hire me on full-time.  So, I'm not breaking open the champagne yet, but I will definitely indulge in a margarita.

Still, I'm a good worker.   All my past employers have loved me, even (randomly) the person I'm assisting right now.  She told me today she wished she had had me starting two years ago.   Really?  I sit around and with nothing to do all day, but I do it better than most people?  Okay.  Whatever. 

Honestly, I'm kind of glad it's temp-to-perm.  The man I will be assisting claims he is a huge diva and a difficult personality.  He told me he thinks he's Meryl Streep in The Devel Wears Prada.  From what I gather, he's not actually this way (like, in the fact that he has the sense of humor to say that about himself), but with temp-to-perm, at least it's easier for me to walk away if he is. 

I'm actually expecting us to get along really well.  We clicked in the interview, and it seemed like we would get along.  Everyone else in the office told me (in my previous interviews) that they just laugh at his Prada analogy--he's actually really sweet, just a bit....well...gay.  And picky.

I can deal with gay, picky divas.  Did I mention I come from a theatre background?

As long as he doesn't demean me or assume I lack intelligence, I can handle pretty much anything.  It seems like he just wants someone smart. 

I can do smart.

But I'm not counting my chickens.  I'm trying to see if I can get my interview at Northwestern moved to the following week.  Hedging my bets.  Just in case.