I think the meeting this morning went well. I am surprised by how much I really, really want this job. Unfortunately, I also discovered that she is interviewing several other people. I had been naively hoping that I was the coveted first choice. She told me she would let me know by Wednesday. I didn't get a strong enough feeling one way or another to give my boss a definite answer about the new position, even though she wanted one by this afternoon. I told her I need a couple of more days to think about it. I will be a nervous wreck for the next 48 hours, I suppose.
Meanwhile . . . in the realm of worlds beyond my own petty problems . . . nothing bad has happened yet for Cecily at wasted birth control. Go bask in her beta results.