Cold Beer and Remote Control*

I had my second interview at DreamJob today and I think it went fine. I didn't get a strong gut feeling in either direction. The people I talked to were certainly interesting and nice, and I hope they liked me as much as I liked them and their shiny, sparkling research projects.

I'm heading home in a few minutes. Tonight we are giving our friend the check for the car, and then roommate L. and I will own a car together -- and I will officially have wheels to escape to friends still at ELAC and the idyllic ancestral home, and more mundane destinations like a decent grocery store.

And yes, I am also looking forward to having one of the cold beers that are currently residing in my fridge. I don't know whether there will be a remote control in my evening since the only thing we have from Netflix right now is a Jim Jarmusch movie about New Orleans, which feels like an undertaking. I might not be rated for an undertaking, especially since I didn't really sleep last night on account of the nerves about the interview.

*I love this Indigo Girls song, even though, apparently they were bad for music.