Waiting is ass...

One of the most interesting parts of my job is interviewing all manner of folks.

It's also one of the worst. Aside from the hell of transcribing (which I've gone off about at length in earlier posts), I always get terrible anxiety right before the interview. What if they're not feeling chatty? What if they hate me? What if they're just one of those people Who Doesn't Like Talking? (Meg White is a perfect example -- brutal to interview. "Oh, I don't know. It's hard to say..." *nervous giggle*)

Even worse is when they don't call or, if you call them, they don't pick up.

Now the anxiety has peaked. They could call any minute. Worse still, you might not be as ready, as you're more than likely working on other things. Did they just miss your call? Were they temporarily busy? Perhaps they forgot.

Regardless, there is no sigh of relief. No exemption from the nervousness. You just wait in a state of perpetual, near-readiness. In about 30 minutes, you'll begin twitching.

Damn it, the guy was supposed to call by now. I expected to sign this off with a merry, "Oh -- my phone's ringing. Off I go!"

I hope they gave me the correct number. Maybe he's off tramping about with the Lindsay Lohan crew.

Ick.

[LATER EDIT]

He called back about a half an hour after I tried ringing. He was busy -- buying a new Triumph motorcycle. I wish I was moneyed.