Apparently, I am so brilliant and talented, such a sultaness of style (not to mention grammar and spelling), plus a paradigm of copy editing perfection, that I failed to get the job after all. Y'know, the one I almost blew for other reasons.
The software firm left two messages on my answering machine today. They considered me overqualified for what was essentially a "junior position."
They might've mentioned that before three mornings of non-stop interviews and a two-hour editing test, and then frantic behind-the-scenes scrambling to line up childcare options.
But it wasn't meant to be. Perhaps another time, another opportunity. Meanwhile, the Empress blogs on.