Earlier in the week I had two interviews and I wanted these jobs A LOT! I have never really faced this situation before. Sure I have applied for jobs, been through interviews and wanted them to like me and for me to get the job. But they have never been jobs that I saw as having any career prospects or where I thought I could stay and work until I jog on to retirement. No they were all temporary and I knew that going into them, so it never really mattered if I got the job or not! This was different, which meant the nerves were different too. Great big somersaulting Dumbo's doing their best to make me feel ill at every possible moment.
Now the interviews are over and apparently not as affected by the nerves as I thought they were. It appears that I impressed them. So soon, date to be confirmed, I will get to work around my most favouritest thing in the world, every day (and yes I did just revert to extremely childish language because that is how excited I am). I never for one minute dreamed that my path would lead me to working in a library, but the road I am on at the moment is sign posted library, eta approx 1 month.
I have dreamed of working with books for some considerable time now, always assuming that I would have to win the lottery to make this dream a reality. I placated myself with night time reading and occasional book browsing. For once I can see a dream of mine becoming reality, granted not in a way I ever thought it would.
As I eagerly await the necessary administrative processes to be over and my start date to be finalised, I finally understand the difference between nerves and butterflies and the two are not interchangeable. The flutter and flitter of the imaginary critters continues in my gut as I anticipate the wonderful new adventure ahead of me.