Had my first job interview today-- it went well, I thought. (For The Spencer Foundation... up on floor 39 of the Hancock building. Where you need a spiffy key card to get the elevators to run, and it took me a good 45 seconds to figure out how to make it work-- don't laugh!) I should have another one soon (knock on wood!) with SEIU. (They're only on the 25th floor, and their building uses normal elevators.)

I have just realized that since a) I am an extremely indecisive person, and b) deciding where to work is one of the biggest decisions I'll have had to make so far in my young life, then c) I'm really quite screwed, I think. Look forward to watching me squirm in indecision and probably blow my best opportunities (or just piss off anyone who actually does make a job offer by asking for "some time" to think about it and then taking a month or three). I hope I'm wrong about the latter scenarios, at least, but I think the former is inescapable. (Says the girl who applied to 11 colleges because she couldn't bear to narrow her list down any further.)  ¶ 2:09 AM