I have an interview tomorrow. Somewhere that won't require me to move, and is only a couple of blocks further walk to work than my current firm.
I don't want to get my hopes up.
today, I got back from lunch, to a postit on my computer from one of the other paralegals, telling me to call the boss about a case. As soon as I saw it, I knew what the call would revolve around, and that I'd be accused of fucking something up that I couldn't possibly have had any control over whatsoever. I go to call boss, and he's on the phone with one of the other paras about some stupid marketing shit.
So I start venting...I work myself up basically to tears over the hell it's going to be. Without actually having even spoken to him.
When you get to that point, it's time to go.
On a comforting note, two attorneys have promised reference letters, and Cool Attorney, when told, said 'as a professional, I want to say don't leave. As a friend, I say get the hell out' - and that he's thought about looking/leaving, but that he doesn't want to leave us (the staff) here, so he'd only go if he got a package deal.