Pass the Cheese. I've been Grilled.

To paraphrase Wessel, oy vey!!!

Thursday afternoon was final, yes...finally, the final counselling session. I am so glad to be able to say that although my feelings completely changed about it since November. Although I initially resented the nit-picking and the hypothetical qustions, I grew to quite like it, nay, even enjoy it. It was a safe place to talk about all the fears I had about donor egg treatment and not feel stupid.

Of course, this last session was the only one where Mr P had to participate. He was not looking forward to it, I can tell you. He is Scottish after all and Gawd love him, he is not the most eloquent of men. Throw feelings and emotions into the mix and ask him to talk about them and watch as his inner Scotsman wrestles with his fear of the repercussions later from me!

Suffice to say, he did rise to the occasion although there were a few times where it looked like he was about to burst from holding in his inner sardonic cynic. We made it through together. Just like always.

Next thing...Friday morning job interview. 9am.

Let me tell you, I am not a morning person. I also do not drink coffee, although I was tempted to this Friday in an effort to perk me up. Now I had already stayed up to midnight this week watching the season finale of Lost. Throw in a couple of sleepless nights tossing and turning due to counselling and job interview and I really felt like a zombie. Not the best way to come over with a new employer.

Now you are probably thinking what's the dealio? Just a job interview? Nothing to it. Well, that may be so. Let me just say that I have worked for the same employer for the last 18 years and apart from reviews and such, I have not had an inteview with another employer all that time!

What can I tell you? I was happy for 18 years. They kept promoting me internally and paying me more money without any pesky interviews and everybody was copacetic. I never needed to change the status quo.

The interview went. That's all I know. It went. It is really hard to be objective about these things. They smiled and laughed and things seemed fine. Who knows? Maybe I impressed them. Maybe not.

My nose did start running halfway through and I had to adjourn for a blow into my handkerchief but other than that, no major disasters. I will find out Wed/Thursday. Cross your crossables!