Flight number 7

The interview is over; no turning back. Now, I'm crammed into my 7th airplane seat of the week, and I have one seat left to stuff myself into in approximately 2 hours. The interview could have gone better, and now I'm stuck alone to mull it over. They gave me a welcome package - earphones, folder, company information, playing cards, pen, and an apple. I promptly ate the apple. One of the managers said on his way out of the room after the second interview, "I hope I see you in the office in July;" however, the other one just said it was nice meeting you. I don't know what to make of it yet. I've never done this before. I hear sometime between Tuesday and next Friday. I can't wait for June 1st. Until then I'll continue to check my email compulsively; only airports without a free wireless connection will stop me.

One flight left, probably means one more blog to write.I don't want to write my paper, or give my presentation. I just want things settled. The United ticketing agent for my flight looked like a Texan version of Andy Kaufman. I could see myself living in DC...I can't handle all of this waiting. IM Basketball playoffs tonight, radio show, and senior night. Every night is the weekend until June 10th.