The interview yesterday probably went as well as any interview can. Thank you for praying, thank you for caring! In the end, I was there from 3:30 to 6:00 talking with five different people. I don’t think I could have sold myself much better, so if I don’t get the job, it won’t be because I screwed up.
But my sleep was restless Sunday night, filled with Dungeons & Dragons dreams. And Monday night was not any better; I woke up tired this morning after a night of interview dreams. It’s a bummer to wait up feeling tired. I also felt blaaaah, a sort of post-partum blues I guess. Kay said, “You should go work out, you’ll feel better.” So I did.
I watched TV from the elliptical trainer again. Unlike yesterday, today I felt uplifted, and from a most unlikely source: Duran Duran! I didn’t care for those guys in the 80’s! But this morning, after playing a new song, they played “a song from their first album.” The chorus went:
Don’t say a prayer for me now
Save it ’til the morning after
And suddenly I felt that, after all the prayers for me yesterday, God saw that I still needed to be held up this morning.
The song is called “Save A Prayer”. So there you have it: God touched me through Duran Duran.