Somebody up there likes me?
I went to campus today to pick some books up, get some editing done, and photocopy many, many things. So I wandered around the department and chatted with several nice profs, admins, and fellow-students. One of my profs told me, "I heard you got an interview!" News travels fast, since I had told my advisor only yesterday. He then emphasized that of course it would go well, because I was "loveable." Aw.
The department secretary then pulls me aside and said she heard about the interview. I asked her to wish me luck. "I can do better than that. I'll be praying for you." Dept. secretary is a nice lady, I guess, but she is rather into the Jesus thing. She wears a headband that says "I [HEART] Jesus" and one time, when the copy machine was jammed right before class, she told me and my prof to "put it in Jesus's hands." Um, no. I don't think Jesus is going to come down and fix the copy machine for us.
But still, nice that she's praying for me. Of course, when I told spouse this, he responded, "So does Jesus need to choose between getting you a job and fixing the copy machine?"