Before you ask, I have no idea how it went. I was asked, at the conclusion, how much time I'd need before I could start if they made me an offer. I read nothing into that anymore. I simply told them, in response, that I would be on the next plane down the day after it was professionally prudent for me to have wrapped up everything at my firm and not leave anyone hanging. I also told them I really wanted this job and if offered it would take it.
Thank you all very much for your comments wishing me luck. I really appreciated them all!
By the way, did I mention that the job would mean we'd have to move to Miami?
Let me share with you some random observations I made during the one day trip down and back:
*Church Signs on I-95
I saw an excellent church sign off of I-95. It read as follows:
Sign courtesy of Church Sign Generator, one of my favorite sites, by the way.
All that was missing from the sign was something like, "limited appearance only", or, "half price off for sinners special on Fridays ", or, "catch him next week at the Aventura Mall". In any event, I was tickled.
*Airport Check in:
I was asked by the very nice woman at Jet Blue, to check and see if I was carrying any of the items on her list in my briefcase. I read it carefully and confirmed that I was not carrying in my briefcase, inter alia, any guns, ammunition, 4 lbs of dry ice, or an electric wheel chair and I requested clarification as to what a "wet cell" battery was. She didn't know either but she giggled, which was sweet. I am kind of a flirt, I have to admit.
*Jet Blue directv thing is cool.
VH1Classics allowed me to reacquaint myself with such talented bands as Animotion and Berlin ("The Metro", great 80's pop angst with heavy keyboard use). The music of my youth is now on VH1Classics. Classics. Sheesh. No further comment. Although, here are the lyrics to "The Metro":
I'm alone sitting with my empty glass my four walls follow me through my past I was on a Paris train I emerged in London rain and you were waiting there swimming through apologiesI remember searching for the perfect words
I was hoping you might change your mind
I remember a soldier sleeping next to me
riding on the MetroYou wore white
smiling as you took my hand
so removed
we spoke of wintertime in France
minutes passed with shallow words
years have passed and still the hurt
I can see you now
smiling as I pulled awayI remember the letter wrinkled in my hand
"I'll love you always" filled my eyes
I remember a night we walked along the Seine
riding on the MetroI remember a feeling coming over me
the soldier turned, then looked away
I remember hating you for loving me
riding on the MetroI'm alone
sitting with my BROKEN glass
my four walls
follow me through my past
I was on a Paris train
I emerged in London rain
and you were waiting there
swimming through apologies(sorry)I remember searching for the perfect words
I was hoping you might change your mind
I remember a soldier sleeping next to me
riding on the Metro
*Taxi to/from Miami from Ft. Lauderdale airport cost $150 dollars.
Cost of JetBlue ticket back to NY: $148.
How is this possible, that it costs more to fly down the Eastern Seaboard than it does to take a taxi to/from some 30 miles each way? How can JetBlue stay in business? Or is it that the taxis are charging too much?
Posted by Random Penseur at November 23, 2004 12:17 PMAwesome, RP! Miami is pretty cool. It's just like New York, but much warmer.
Uh...when you get there, could you call my Mom and tell her I've been a bit busy lately? :-)
Posted by: Howard at November 23, 2004 12:53 PMThanks, Howard. Premature, since I have not gotten an offer and may very well not, but I appreciate it anyway and I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
Also, call your mother. She probably isn't eating in case you call and get her with a mouthful so she can't talk.
Posted by: RP at November 23, 2004 01:00 PMI'm crossing eyes, legs, toes, fingers and anything else that CAN be crossed. (I'm not getting any younger, damnit.)
And Howard, you should call. She probably hasn't had a bowel movement either, for fear she'd be in the potty -- should you call. [wink]
Guilt! It's what's for breakfast!
Posted by: Margi at November 23, 2004 02:08 PMSounds like you know that Nichols/May skit about the son calling his mother, Margi.
And I really appreciate the good wishes. I hope they work! I'll be happy to give you full credit if I get the job.
Posted by: RP at November 23, 2004 03:07 PMMargi, you got that right...on both the bm and the breakfast food. And to think, most people think we eat bagels. :-)
Posted by: Howard at November 23, 2004 03:15 PMSounds good, RP. Miami, eh? That's going to be a bit of a climate change for you. Just watch out for the cucarachas and remember that air conditioning is your friend. ;-)
Posted by: Jim at November 23, 2004 03:23 PMI love "The Metro." Got it on one of my downloaded 80s mix CDs. My first rock group in high school, "Call Us Radical," did a cover of it and I played the keyboard part without aid of a sequencer. Fun.
Hope you get the job.
Miami?
Hmmm...not a bad spot.
Good luck with the job, dude!
Posted by: Mick at November 24, 2004 02:51 PMThanks for the good wishes! Keep your fingers crossed!
Posted by: RP at November 26, 2004 04:50 PM