Just to bring you all up to speed, I've now completed the writing test and am waiting to hear back from the HR dept in Oregon about whether the final(!) meet-the-team interview has been scheduled for tomorrow or Monday. My stomach is still somersaulting like a Russian gymnast and my nervous system is shot to bits. I think I may start sufferering from adrenaline withdrawal symptoms once things calm down as I seem to be constantly wired at the moment. I'm not sleeping too well either, averaging six hours a night instead of my normal eight. My palms are constantly sweaty and my heart is racing faster than a greyhound on speed. My mental faculties, such as they were, have deserted me. If I don't get this job I may have to be placed in a padded cell, otherwise I doubt I'll survive the comedown/let down/deep depression.
When I stop gazing adoringly at my own navel for a moment I start to worry about the animator. For a while there both of us were out of work and neither of us were attending interviews. Of course this was terrible, depressing and bloody scary, however, at least we were both in the same boat. Now, I'm getting interviews and agents are calling me - I've got a sense of urgency and a pent-up energy about me - but the animator is still not getting anywhere. It is so hard for him to maintain the job hunt momentum - he's been looking for such a long time now and is totally exhausted. He's beginning to think that there's something wrong with him. There is nothing wrong with him - it is just a very difficult industry to break into. I wish there was something I could do to help, but there isn't and right now I have to stay completely focused on landing a job myself.
It is tough you know, really tough.