Note to self: Other people work out their issues in LJ as well, and I should automatically assume that they're coming to a conclusion just because it happens to feed into my worst fears. And the same goes for all of y'all as well.
We could only spend about an hour or so talking through some things, during which I got a cell phone message from kshandra that made me smile.. and reminded me that the original plan was that I was going to stop by for a brief in-person hug on the way back to Boulder Creek. Only...
Let me put it like this... as of right now I'm in SF at Roni's (she's sleeping next to me with one of those night masks on, which is oddly erotic). The reason? A resume I submitted on Saturday netted me a call back this afternoon when I was dropping Roni off at Noe's to pick up the Volvo. It's a gig located in Mountain View, which is EASY commute distance from BC (or, for that matter, Hayweird or SF) for an OS X migration engineer.
The recruiter who called wanted me to tweak the resume, so within minutes of getting to lavendersage's place (lovingstones was up at the house doing crafty things with bunnybutt, and penguin_goddess was taking Will and his boy back up to Folsom after they spent the night) I was on the computer hacking the document and mailing it off. Literally as I sat down in the Temple after sending it off, my phone rang... and it was the recruiter, with more suggestions as to what they wanted to see in the resume before sending it up to the employer. He also asked me five questions, 4 of which I knew the answer to, and one I hadn't had need for (The one I missed? How to boot OS X in "single user" mode, Holding down command-s during boot, as it turns out. Duh...).
The new revisions were easy, as I could pull more job description stuff from another resume I had saved. He scheduled an interview with me for tomorrow at 10:30 AM, at the agency office in San Bruno... which is near SFO. Add to this that my LAST interview was in the city, which meant my "business casual" attire was at Roni's, and the logical thing to do was call MIchele, tell her I wasn't making it home (which turned out to be fine... she had to be in Oakland to do her first day at Mills at some absurdly early hour) and to make sure it was all okay with Roni.
The only unfortunate side effect of all of this is that I originally wanted to make a date with src for tomorrow night, but with all this hysteria both happy and not, I completely spaced it. Hopefully she'll have a few minutes free to see me at some point tomorrow, especially since I might be interviewing with the employer themselves that afternoon, if all goes well in the morning.
Who's the employer? It's this little outfit in Mountain View near the 101/85 interchange. They have something like 1100 mac desktops on site.
That's right... I could have NASA on my resume. NASA. It's enough to make my head explode just thinking about it.
It'll probably only be a short term gig... but if only for a few months, I can tell people that I work for NASA. Cross your fingers!