I was sort of expecting the news, but that didn't make it any easier to hear. I am so tired of having conversations that start out, "Well, I have some bad news for you..." Just once, I want someone to start out a conversation with, "I have some milk and cookies for you" or "I have some cash for you to spend any way you like." That would be really nice.
I can't even stress about this new development. It's like having a paper cut on top of a blister. It's all painful.
Other news: I received a phone call for a job interview. It's for another department within the hospital. I posted for the position last week, so that's a pretty quick turnaround. Either my application was really, really impressive, or the department is really, really desperate. Whatever the reason, I have to dust off my interviewing skills. I haven't had to do this in close to 20 years.
My wife told me, "Don't think of it as a make-or-break interview. Think of it as practice."
That didn't help too much.
My question for Wilbur and friends today is:
Am I going to do well at this job interview?
And the answer from the good book of Web is:
"Oh, it's coming all right," she said lightly. "The plan is still in its early stages and hasn't completely shaped up yet, but I'm working on it."
I don't know how to interpret that answer. Charlotte is talking about her plan to save Wilbur's life. She doesn't sound completely sure, but she does communicate a certain confidence that everything's going to turn out for the best.
Saint Marty's going to have to be satisfied that.
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| No milk and cookies for me today... |
