I made myself scarce yesterday afternoon so J could have his phone interview with the Googles. A friend took me out for a beer since I was acting so emo, and I couldn't help but check my phone over and over to see what time it was. It was only about 40 minutes, and he said it went well. We'd brainstormed lots of good questions, and he got to ask most of them. The technical interview will be next week. I'm amazed at how smoothly this process has gone.
In a display of what might either be sanity or forced failure, I decided yesterday not to apply for the library job. After all these years waiting and supporting J through his studies, a little open space always twinkled before my eyes. I imagined there would be some time between resigning from my current job and starting a new one somewhere else, where I'd be able to walk the streets of my new town and learn about it. Have a little time to get my bearings before jumping back in full time and getting my bearings on the weekends. Friend from last night said that wasn't weird at all, and owed to me as a PhD widow. I haven't been saving for nothing.
Still, I should work on a cover letter for it, just as an exercise.
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