December 3, 1999
Waiting for Dawn
Cycle 2, Day 24, 2 DPO
Temp: 98.2
Cervical Mucus: None
Cervix: Low, closed, firm
Eric had his job interview
this morning. He was very, very nervous. I don't know why; he
always manages to impress during interviews. His old bosses
have been more than satisfied with him; his current supervisor is
practically in love with him. (He's known as "Golden Boy" around the
office.) So his present apprehension is difficult to fathom.
Well, that's not entirely true. I know why he was nervous, and it
had nothing to do with his ability to impress the prosepctive
employers. It has everything to do with the paths opening before him
and whether he will make the right choices. As I mentioned
yesterday, he is equally
qualified for and interested in two positions. This interview could
be the moment that he must decide on his career path. If he chooses one
way, it could eventually lead to a supervisory position at his own
plant. If he chooses the other, he could wind up in Information
Systems at the company headquarters. Which way to go?
Though he interviews for both, it is very likely that, in the course
of the interview, he will be asked which position he would prefer. He's
asked me how he should answer. He's asked his colleagues. He's asked
his parents. He asked the waitress at dinner. Nobody was of any
help. He stressed. When he left for work this morning, he still had
not made up his mind.
"Honey? Does this tie match?"
"Mmmmmmm..."
"Honey, I need to know!"
"Mmmmmmm...what?"
Eric gets up at 5:45 AM; I don't have to get up until 7 or 7:30. He
is usually pretty quiet for me in the mornings, and I often don't wake
up until he's kissing me goodbye.
"Does a black belt look okay with brown pants?"
"Sure."
"You didn't even open your eyes!"
This morning was different. He needed help getting dressed. I had
ironed his shirt the night before - bloody 100% cotton piece of
unmanageable garbage. I washed his favorite pants and most comfortable
socks. And yet he still fussed. My eyes were in that "early morning,
can't focus so they keep shutting" phase.
"Did I miss any belt loops?"
"Nope..."
"Open your eyes!"
"They're open, they're open!"
He was oh, so handsome. My husband cleans up well. I was proud. I
think he almost forgot to kiss me goodbye.
"I have to go now. I love you!" Smacks.
"I love you, too. What time's the interview?"
"Eight."
"I'll pray for you then." More smacks.
I just called him. He says it went well. In the end he chose the
computer position. He said that the org chart they showed him revealed
some responsibilities involved in the other position that really
turned him off. I'm so relieved he was able to make the decision, and
also relieved that he chose the way he did. One of the reasons he
was torn was that the materials position paid more, and he wants to
be sure that I can stay home with our kids. A reasonable concern,
but I would have felt uncomfortable being a primary reason for him
turning down a computer position that he would have loved.
He says he has a really good feeling about the job, so now I guess
we wait and see. Seems like we're always waiting: waiting for jobs,
waiting for pregnancy tests, waiting for graduation. I feel like
a child on Christmas Eve night, who woke up at 2 AM and can't fall
back to sleep. Please, morning, come soon!
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