Monday, May 5, 2014
Orange is the new black?
This is me in a cab on my way to an interview for a job I will probably not get. The interview was a lot of fun, though. I sat facing three lawyers who gave me the third degree. I learned a lot from them. I thrilled to the agility of their minds. Some questions absolutely stumped me but I fumbled through and did my best. It most likely was not enough. Onward.
This prospect was not in the field of journalism exactly; it was in a parallel arena, one in which the skills honed as a writer and editor for magazines could be transferred. I have to say it was absolutely refreshing to walk into an office building and be surrounded by "real" people, not X-ray thin women in haute couture and skinny heeled pointy toed suede boots, but people of all descriptions and sizes and hues, many of them wearing comfortable shoes (this is a thing, for me; I can't wear those spiky heels and always feel as if I am being judged for my lack of them). I felt, dare I say it, normal.
My daughter is back to herself, by the way. All is well, mostly because she shifted her perspective. Such magic, that.