You know how when you're fresh out of college, or the military, or Hamburger University, and your wet behind the ears, naive, green self starts going on job interviews, how you have this image in your mind of how the process will go down? How they will immediately love you and you will immediately love them and the click will be so palpable that it's actually audible? Yeah well, if you were even half the pessimist I was, this scenario never even occurred to you. Making what happened today seem all the more unlikely.
But it happened.
An hour and a half of racquetball later, my head is still spinning. I'm not sure if it's dehydration, seven months of nearly complete sensory deprivation, or new-job-euphoria (which is alarmingly similar to "old-job-leavoria") but I do know that B's is not the only ass that I just kicked, that I'm seeing good friends tomorrow for lunch and dinner, and that vacation is peek peek peeking it's head over the horizon.
For the first time in a long time, I feel as though I might actually enjoy what lies ahead.