Crossing Fingers

I had an interview with the director of a local library this Tuesday. I will know tomorrow or on Monday whether or not I have the job.

I want this job. I want it so bad I can taste it. I had not truly realized until two days ago how much I hunger to be claimed by a library again.

I am being a good little Amberite. He will call tomorrow or Monday to tell me I have the job. No maybes, he *will*.