Confession. I go to my first "real" interview this Wednesday morning at 9 am (except I have to leave the house at at least 7), and I am terrified. I've had my share of phone interviews, but I think my last real actual wear-a-suit interview was for the Presidential scholarship at Bryan College in 2006. Isn't that pathetic?
The company: 10 Best. The positon: editor. My degree: English Literature, writing minor. It would seem a perfect fit. Dragon to slay: my all-too easily intimidated self. And my affinaty for disaster when driving to a place I've never been before. (Case in point, I was half an hour late to a wedding this summer. The GPS took me to a dirt road instead of a lovely old house. I was distraught.)
Yet, God is good. And, what's the worst that can happen? I get lost and never find the place, so I have to email the lady back and tell her that I'm a bumbling idiot who can't follow a GPS and therefore would make a horrible employee. I still have my part-time job here at home. Ta-da! I win, right? And God is good, no matter what. He will be good if I get lost, if I get rejected for the job, if I totally botch the interview, or if I am offered a great job. He will be glorified, because He is God, and He is wise. I am not.