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I saw Jane Eyre with my friend Danita last week.
We had an early dinner at La Creperie beforehand. I love this restaurant because their most basic, plainest crepe is $5 (good for an unemployed person like me), and they serve cocktails.
We were sitting, talking about how much we both love Richard Armitage, when I saw a couple walk in with their baby. The male half of the couple was one of the people who interviewed me last week for the consulting gig I would love to have. But I was slightly mortified, as I haven’t yet heard back from the firm in question.
I wanted to pound the cocktail I'd just been sipping out of nervousness but resisted. I get "Asian flush" after a single drink so while I may not be anywhere close to tipsy, I still look like a total lush.
But back to the awkward.
We made eye contact, I said hello, and waved at him and his lovely wife and adorable baby. He looked surprised to see me. But not like "Oh my goodness, how lovely to see you" but more like "Oh, dear, it's you, isn't it?"
We went back to our respective conversations. I tried not to be so obvious as I whispered to Danita what was going on. She joined me in looking mortified.
Danita is a good friend.
A few minutes later, I was feeling less weird as Danita and I went back to talking about normal stuff like boys and shoes. Then, dude-who-interviewed me and his family were joined by another couple and their baby. The female half of couple no. 2 was another interviewer from the same company. It took her a few minutes, what with getting settled into her seat, before she turned and noticed me sitting there. We smiled at each other, and then she asked me a question.
“Don’t I know you from somewhere?”
“Um, yeah, you interviewed me last week.” Nine days ago. Not that long ago. Was our conversation so awful that she immediately forgot about me? Was I such a terrible candidate that she'd sworn never to think about me ever again?
I don’t remember what she said in reply, but it didn’t fill me with confidence. Like, I'm sure it was something fairly innocuous, but being superstitious and prone to thinking the worst, that encounter got my weekend off to, at best a very suspenseful, at worst a really crappy, start.
Jesus be a job offer.
