I Can Tell

the days where i forget to take my anti-depressent because i tend to be more pissy, cranky, and i wouldn't call it raring for a fight, but i feel competitive. yesterday was one of those days as i had my interview for the new position in our group. while i think i interviewed strong and it went well, i still feel that the job will go to a more tenured candidate. mostly because one of the people on the committee doesn't think i can delegate, can see the "big picture", or as nimble/flexible/adapatable, etc.

however, to my defense, i am a "blow your socks off" interviewer and i did something that i don't think the other candidates thought of or did--i prepared a brief leave-behind, a simple three-page marketing piece on why i should get the job. really and truly, i thought it was quite brilliant. another friend of mine, my twin (amy), did something like that an interview and got the job, but then again, she was perfect for it.

regardless, according to the adorable one, who put up with my super crabby ass when i got home, said it best--that is, if i don't get the job, it's because whoever they chose flat-out beat me. he doesn't think it will have anything to do with tenure or seniority--it will come down to the person who took it up a notch from the bar i set.

so, we'll see. the important thing for me, right now, is not allowing myself to be crushed when i don't get the promotion, as it's gonna sting. especially if they give it the cph (cabbage patch head), the new nickname provided by the adorable one. isn't he great?