Excitement drips through the air;
like liquid curiosity.
Excitement lingers sweetly,
like a musky perfume I cannot get rid of.
The waiting is like walking on eggshells.
The cliches are rampant,
filling my head with half-truths,
and half-forgotten phrases.
Waiting for my phone to ring (again)…
Hopeful that maybe, just maybe,
it could be good-no wait-great news!!!
The excitement comes in waves-
tension, built of nervous energy, and anticipation,
for the unexpected….
They called me once, and I missed their call.
I gave a call back and left a message.
Will i hear back before 5 pm?
I really do not know, slipping and sliding,
onto the edge of anticipation.
The question remains, will i finally get
a job or not???