I got an e-mail today from the allocations person asking me to meet with her on Monday. She wants an updated resume, but I don't think it's a formal "interview".
I'm actually kind of nervous about this. I know I'm qualified to become a consultant; I certainly know the products and services we offer, as well as the company culture and just about everyone who works for us (if in name only). I really think I'll be able to get the job if I interview well.
My big concern is timing when I tell my boss about it. I'm not keeping it from her because I think she'll get upset with me; rather, I'd prefer it if she doesn't get concerned about having to replace me if I decide the job isn't right or if I'm not accepted as a consultant.
Most likely, I'll talk to her about it tomorrow. I'm going to discuss it with the allocations rep, and if she thinks it's a good idea, I'll let her know.
And so it begins...
I went for another run today. My legs are very sore, but I'm really glad I got back into it. Taking a break in the middle of the day to exercise really helps my mood for the rest of the afternoon. I was getting pretty cranky/depressed the past few weeks, and I think my physical state has had something to do with it.
I still have to re-vamp my diet all over again. I haven't been in the mood to go grocery shopping just yet. I do have a bunch of healthy food in the kitchen, but I haven't been in the mood to prepare a whole meal, even if it means leftovers for the next few days. I'll probably take care of both over the weekend.
I have yet to wake up early enough to go to the gym before work. For some reason, I hit the snooze a hundred times before I can drag myself out of bed. It's just a matter of willpower, but I guess my desire to sleep is exceeding my desire for big pecs right now.
I'm sure as the weather gets warmer, I'm going to want to look better with less on, which will in turn bring me back to the weights. Maybe by next week. I can't promise tomorrow, since I'm already up later than I really should be to get up on time.
Excuses, excuses.
I'm cutting this short tonight, because I've had my scriptwriting program open since I got home, and I need to start writing some dialogue to flesh out the outline I have so far.
It's another thing I'm nervous about, but it's a step, and if it's crap, it's crap. All it consists of is pixels on a screen, and nobody needs to see them if I don't want them to.
Off to write.