It will happen soon

For a long time, my favorite thing in Chicago was the painted window on a certain storefront underneath the Western brown line station: "Chubby Wieners...It Will Happen Soon!" It just had this very portentious feel about it. I know they used this somewhat baroque phrasing to avoid telling us that a wiener would be coming, but that never lessened my delight. I loved how heavy the announcement seemed, how certain: it WILL happen, and SOON.

I'm thinking about the Chubby Wieners sign this week, because things in my life are reaching the It Will Happen Soon point. My options are opening up, change is on the way; could be, who knows. It kicked off three days ago when the job I put in for, and about which I am still reluctant to speak, called me about an interview. So I'm busting down to New York on Tuesday night for a Wednesday afternoon interview with the head of the sales department and the head of HR. I am now an official candidate for this position, and I have the three-page job application form and background check authorization paperwork to prove it.

I am very pumped about this job, and I am very qualified. The salary question has already been broached, by My Prospective Even Bigger Corporate Employer, and though it is not as much as I thought they might offer, it's still more than I've ever made. The somewhat lower pay scale is actually encouraging to me; after all, if they're paying this little, they cannot actually expect to get the MBA they said would be "desireable," so me and my BA, 5 yrs. job experience, and negotiable salary range look pretty competitive at this point.

So think powerful thoughts for me at 3:00 pm Eastern America time on Wednesday Oct. 8. I'm very ready for this interview, very ready for the next steps, very ready to take control of my career again.

(And if you know anyone who works at DC Comics, maybe you'll think about introducing us?)