A Carefully Considered Faceplant
There's nothing quite like a 5am phone interview with the HR lady at the best digital agency in the world headquartered in New York to get the adrenaline to course through your tired veins. Your ennui gets a big slap across the face and your apathy is booted out while the real you comes alive in relative darkness nursing a double Nescafe with three sugars and staring wired but bleary-eyed through the blinds as the midnight black of night starts softening to blue to a soundtrack of routine questions about your experience in TV production.
It's a cosmic, creepy thing. This whole "chatting to America" thing. For someone for whom the child-defined pinnacle of success was to work at Saatchi & Saatchi NY, the moment of truth that I should be so grateful for this opportunity is all but lost on me. In fact I am so grateful, I immediately begin to work on my "Plan Bs" as SF calls it.
A backup plan never hurts. I, with more impulses than a Ritalin shortage in a kindergarten, speak with wisdom. A backup plan ensures your expectations are managed and there is at least a sliver of rationality and logic to fall back on when the emotional shit hits the fan.
But emotional shit still sucks.
Le sigh.