the lone star state, part two

(written in DFW airport, from one of those sweet free internet kiosks)

The interview began with me sitting in a room by myself for 45 minutes. Because I'm a student on a heavily Greek campus, my first thought is, HAZING. I'm being hazed. They just make you sit here until your eyes bleed. Sweet.

Turns out they just forgot about me.

Once someone figured out where I was, they were nothing but kind. I enjoyed the conversations and the interviews and things went well. My eyes didn't bleed. Still, things just didn't click. To make another Greek reference, things just didn't feel right. Does that mean I would say no if I got a job? No. I'd definitely consider it. Still . . .

The city:
I tapped into my Greek network and joined some women from the Dallas Phi Mu alumnae chapter for dinner. I was glad I went out and left my hotel room. I didn't see much of the city, but I do know there are a ton of commercial-y places here. You're riding along the highway and there's a gloriously large building. With a Pizza Hut logo on it. Pizza Hut headquarters? I wonder what their employee cafeteria serves. There are tons of beautiful malls here . . . and I like malls. I didn't get that excited, butterflies-in-my-tummy feeling . . . but that doesn't mean it won't come later . . .

Bottom line: Home is where you make it. No idea where I'll make mine. I'm flying back to STL in an hour, and then heading up to Chicago.

Lots of things to pray about.