Like the Conversation Never Happened

So I've been temping at this law firm where I've been before. This is my third time at this circus, and the most entertaining visit so far. The dirt will have to wait though, because as exciting as dirt is, there's something even more exciting, which is having this turn into a real job.

Last summer the guy almost hired me, and all that stopped him was the crazy expensive fee he'd have had to pay to the temp agency. When you register with a temp agency you sign a contract with them, stating that once they introduce you to one of their clients, you can not work directly for that client for x number of months. This was the place where I was earning less money working than I'd get from unemployment. But I stuck it out, for exactly this reason. Well, and because if unemployment finds out you turned down a job then that's grounds for not being paid UI. Oh okay, and yes, also because the longer I wasn't using up my pot of unemployment money, the longer it'd last. When I left he was sad, and assured me I could use him as a reference.

Anyway so today. He's interviewing. To hire someone to sit where I'm sitting. Though he told me something about wanting someone with paralegal experience. Which I don't have. I saw two of the resumes of people he was interviewing - one guy has been working as a paralegal for seven years and is currently in law school. I can't compete with that! Except that I can, because that guy is overqualified and would leave the second he got his JD. Well, or the second he passed the Bar.

So I'd tossed my hat in the ring on Monday, but didn't hold out much hope for anything but that it'd take the lawyer a long time to make a decision so I could keep earning money. Today, when he was about to walk out of the office to go see a client, he told me that next week he'd like to talk with me about making this permanent. I have a feeling he wants to wait until next week only because his beloved office manager is out sick this week and he wants to run it by her. She loves me and probably told him to snap me up before someone else does. I hope she doesn't die.

When he told me about talking next week, I pointed out that he could call himself on his cell phone from his office phone, since he said I could use him as a reference. He really liked that one, and laughed heartily, saying, "Touché." That's me, witty and breezy.

Let's make a deal, Internet Friends (some of whom have crossed over to Real Friends): if I get this job and turn into a Real Person, you'll get to read all about the story that involves the following nouns. 1. date 2. lunch 3. sweatpants

It has been oh so very long since I was a Real Person, what if I don't remember how to do it? Do you think I'll have some sort of low-level PTSD? Will the hives go away? Maybe it's like riding a bike. Which I haven't done since my early 20's. Well, maybe it's like swimming. Which I haven't done since I was 19. And to be honest, we can't really call that swimming. We can however call it "getting from one end of the pool to the other by myself without putting my feet on the floor of the pool."