I’m updating my blog because Jack is updating hers. I can’t let her do all the talking.
I want to design interfaces. That is my dream job. I want to take an emerging product and make it work as it should. I want it to be powerful and easy to use. I want it to be fast. I want it to be fun. I want it to fire off that one neuron in the human brain that makes a person go, “Neat”
Monday came and went. I spoke to Apple and I think things went well. I attempted to sell myself to the job, and over all I walked away feeling like I was honest to myself and to the person I was speaking to. A friend had mentioned that I shouldn’t pass on this oppertunity, as they may never consider me again in the future. I wonder how true that is…
After answering all the questions about myself I got passed on to the next person in line. So now I have to wait for a phone call from the person who would be my boss if I were to be hired. Ich bin Nervous.
I have an phone interview with Apple on Monday. I’m scared shitless. That is all.
To my wife, my friend, and my love
You’re asleep as I write this, gone to bed many hours before I have. You’re tired, as most women in your situation are. You’re frustrated. You can’t do all the things you normally do. You’re bored, as the “sitting around gene” is missing from your DNA. You’re scared. You’re not totally freaking out or anything, but harsh reality of what could happen is pushing heavily upon the possibility of what most likely will happen. You’re hopeful. You know, deep down, that things will be ok. You know that I love you and I will care for you no matter what.