I'm back from my job interview trip. I thought my talk went over really well. I did my best to impress people both with the quality of my work and the charm of my personality. Perhaps the most useful piece of advice I got going into this interview was to just be friendly. People in the department are looking for someone they can envision getting along with for the next 20+ years, so being able to get along with a potential colleague is important. Making a short list means that they are already impressed with my work, so the rest is about finer details.

Still need to decide if I'd like the idea of living in NYC or its environs. But, I'm going to put off thinking about that until an offer actually comes through. Anyway, I did my best, and now the ball is in their court.

In other news, there is a special election for county council rep for my district, and the primary was held Tuesday. I left early Wednesday morning, and came back late last night, so I hadn't heard anything about the results. Last night, I dreamt I was talking with one of the candidates, and admitted to her that I didn't know who had actually won yet. She got all angry at me, as if she were appalled that I didn't already know the answer, and she stopped speaking to me. I told this dream to my husband this morning, and it turns out that that I'm psychic: the election is so close that they haven't officially declared a winner yet.

Wish I could be this psychic about my own future, instead of local politics.