January 11, 2005
Today I have an interview for the position of Editor of Cybersocket, a free zine that serves as a very cool gay guide to the Internet in Los Angeles. It is widely read and very hip, you can pick it up everywhere and everyone does. I've admired it for years and can honestly say this is one of those jobs almost tailor-made for my experience and resume. (And I referred openly to the blog in my cover letter, so I am thinking they are aware of the background that didn't make it on the C.V. It might even give me a bad-boy-gone-good allure that works to my advantage). I am certainly not the only other qualified interviewee, however, so I am hardly counting my chickens. If it is supposed to be, it will be.
The past few days have been quite magical, actually. I have used nothing to help me sleep for two nights, and I started taking neurontin again (for neuropathy), because I think my withdrawal from it was a prime source of the anxiety attacks. I am feeling much less anxious.
So I am of course nervous about the interview, mostly because if I get the job I'll have to do that first few weeks of a new job learning curve, which is so stressful. But that kind of "good" stress when starting a job is about as inevitable as the sun coming up.
Which it did today, for the first time in what seems like 40 days and 40 nights here. Let's hope it holds till my interview. Then again, if I'm late, I can't blame it on a mudslide.
MCO 2005
