I have three possible job prospects. I've had two really good interviews. At least one of the managers called me for additional information. There is possibility, hope, in all that. Perhaps next week this hope will evaporate. I won't be offered either of the jobs for which I interviewed. Won't even be called for the third.
That may happen.
I also may be offered both of the jobs for which I interviewed, and I may be called to interview for the third. I may end up with three job offers. Anything is possible.
Saint Marty chooses possibility, hope, tonight.
|So do I, Emily|