It's a job I really want. A job doing something which I thought I would do when I left university. It's taken me very nearly eight years to actually get here.
That's largely my own fault. I'm not the most driven of people, I tend to wait and let things come to me, rather than seek them out.
I sometimes think that makes me really stupid. Really, really stupid. Because that's not how the world works is it? People don't just come and drop opportunities in your lap, you have to go and take them. Fight people off and prove you're the one with the hunger.
When people start saying things like that, I don't really understand. That's not how my brain's wired. I'm more of a "work to live" sort than "live to work".
Still, here it is, I've managed to be in the right place at the right time. It even looks like the fact I've started a blog and spent ages on Twitter might help me out, rather than condemning me as a monumental waster of time.
I'm worried. Obviously. Does anyone ever look forward to a job interview? Maybe. One of my ex-girlfriends. On the run up to exams she used to get excited. Animated.
"I don't understand why anyone wouldn't like exams! They're like a really fun competition! I don't know why anyone doesn't like them!"
It probably helped that she was consistently excellent in those exams. Not something I can claim. Obviously, she's pretty successful now.
If that's the answer: find exams fun, then I'm fucked.
Exams are not fun.
Interviews are not fun.
But I'm unusually determined this time. I am going into that interview to put myself forward in the best possible way. I will be me, but I will be the best possible version of me. I will not just sound like I know what I'm talking about, I actually WILL know what I'm talking about. I will prove that if they don't take me on they are making a mistake.
Hopefully, once it's over, I won't feel the need to unleash 140 characters of unbridled regret and fury on Twitter.
Tomorrow on the blog: baby stuff.