And the sweat was running . . .

   Haven't had any agents clamoring to rep my memoir Life Gone South (when I ran away to live at the beach and be a writer) and get me a book deal for big bucks YET, so it's time to get a real job and get some cash rolling in.  Had an interview yesterday for a book shelver position at the library.  Being my usual Ms. Overachiever self, I showed up early, used the computer to print out some work stuff, familiarized myself with the branch I'd be working in, then sauntered up to the reference desk about ten minutes before interview time to check in.
  The nice lady looked puzzled, checked with the other staff, then said, "We don't do interviews here, they are done through human resources at The Library Center."
   Holy crap on a cracker I'm saying in my head as I smile at her and ask sweetly if she can call so I can tell them I'll be late.  I explained the situation (aka my stupidity) to the human resources lady and she said I could go ahead and come for the interview.
   So I flew.  If you're not familiar with Springfield, I went from Glenstone, north of Battlefield Mall, to Campbell, south of James River Freeway -- approximately 6 miles through two of the worst areas in town for traffic congestion and long stop lights -- in 13 minutes!!  My little Cavalier topped 75 mph at times, so lucky for me there were no cops around.
   The interview went smooth.  Somehow I composed myself enough to answer all the questions without resorting to "um" or "duh" or cussing (which I tend to do A LOT when I'm stressed).  It wasn't until the end of interview that I realized my heart was still pounding and sweat was running from my armpits down my sides.  Whether it was a power surge (aka hot flash) or stress, I don't know.  But my saving grace was the only clothes I could find to wear to the interview that wasn't shorts or wrinkled from the move was a baggy sleeveless African print dress, so the sweat didn't show any stains at all.  It just ran down inside my dress and got soaked up by my underwear.
   I made it through the pencil/paper and the putting-books-in-order tests and was done with the entire process in 30 minutes.  Of course I had an ice cold Breckenridge Vanilla Porter to de-stress a bit when I got home.  And WHAT A BLESSING, I got a call today that I got the job!!  So maybe I'll see yall around the library someday soon.  Look for me.  I'll be the one with the big old sweaty armpit stains shelving books.
   Yall have a crrr-azy fantastic Wednesday night!