the interview

so, the interview is over. it went well. very well, even. the interview was more an inquisition than an interview, with 9 people interrogating me at once. funny, the interview started with only 2 people, then another 2 joined, and slowly the room filled up until all 9 were there. it felt almost like they were throwing phalanxes of managers and supervisors at me. i think i did a pretty damn good job keeping them at bay.
what do this have to do with poetry, you might ask? well, nothing. but, if i were to get this job i am pretty certain i would be considerably less stressed, and less stress means more poetry. so, indirectly, this has everything to do with poetry.

i live by the mailbox. not literally, though i suppose my house is close to the mailbox. what i mean is the best part of the day for me is getting my mail. on any given day i could get a package from some order for books i've put in, a rejection or acceptance for a magazine to which i sent poetry, a letter from one of the many people with whom i keep regular correspondence or, lastly, a magazine to which i subscribe or in which i am featured. so, mail is very fun for me. the only reason i mention this is because i took a day off from work today (for the interview) and waited anxiously for the mail all morning. it never showed by the time i went to my interview at 1pm. it's now 5:30pm and the mail still isn't here. now, i'm worried that there was something especially cool in it and the postal carrier has decided to abscond with it. i'm certain of it. if you are reading this, and you sent me something recently, there's a possibility i will never receive it. i hope it wasn't irreplaceable.