Applying for jobs while nine months pregnant ain't easy. The only upside I've found to it is that the market is so tight right now that I'm not getting interviewed, so it's a moot point. That just changed. It should also figure that within minutes of receiving information that made me glad I hadn't been called for an interview with one company, that company up and calls me for a phone interview. It's also a testament to Murphy and his friggin' law that, despite the fact that I was interviewed over the phone, it still came up that I was pregnant because she needed firm dates on when I could start and how available I would be for an in-person interview over the next couple weeks. Still, I think I did very well in the interview. I'll be hearing back in the next two to three weeks.
I would like to mention how I think I fooled Murphy, though. I played this game with myself in junior high that imagining/day-dreaming about a boy asking me out meant it was less likely to happen, so I would day-dream about another boy asking me out to at least not decrease my chances of the one boy paying me attention while still giving me the fun of doing that silly girly-girl day-dreaming stuff. Never really worked, except to distract me from what I really wanted (which actually worked with Mark, as all the stupid over-analyzing stuff I tended to do in the first phases of attraction became focused away from Mark, thus making it easier for things to go well with Mark, and, no, I'm not going to try to re-read that to see if it made any sense). So last night I put together a scenario of me being in labor during my phone interview today, or what would happen if my water broke. I had plans of action and various stock things to say, all the while knowing that I was doing an end-run around Murphy's Law to ensure that neither thing would happen. Apparently, it worked.
And now you know way too much about the silly twists of my thought patterns and processes.