Today’s post isn’t about FLM or enforced chastity. I am not thinking about that right now. This is a particularly difficult post for me to write. In a couple of hours I will be starting interviews with a company that is interested in me. They are interested enough to schedule a complete day of meetings with people throughout the company. That’s both good and bad news. It’s good, of course, because the man I might work for thinks I am the right person for the job. It’s bad because I have lots of opportunities to screw things up. I don’t think a job has ever been this important to me. We are out of money and I have only a couple of weeks of unemployment left. More than that, this particular job is exactly the one I want. It’s the kind of job that would be fun to do every day. It’s what people have been telling me for years that I should do. No pressure, right?
It’s understandable that my mind isn’t on enforced chastity or FLM. It may be understandable, but it is wrong of me to allow all this to distract me. I’m not saying that I should always concentrate on orgasm control and Mrs. Lion’s role. But I have to always remember that the most important thing in the world is my relationship with my lioness. We may end up bankrupt and homeless. I am not at all sure that I could manage that. But regardless, we have each other. That may sound sappy, but the only thing I truly fear losing is my wonderful wife. As long as I have her, I am rich. She believes in me and is willing to make giant changes just to make me happy. How many guys can say that?
I do think that I am a good match for this job. I just need to keep my wits about me and do my best. I will try to do that. The worst strategy when interviewing for the job is to appear to need it too much. Nobody wants a desperate executive. I am excited as well as worried. I know I am very well qualified to handle this position. This job is critical to the company’s survival. It has a large share of its market, but competitors are challenging that share. Some even give the product away. That means the people I will be meeting in a little while know full well how critical filling this position with the right person is. They absolutely want someone who will prove himself to be up to the challenges. They want someone who has been there and done that before. That works in my favor since a thirty-something simply hasn’t had the time to attain that comfort. I keep telling myself to be confident but humble. Maybe I shouldn’t be telling myself anything. I am in danger of psyching myself out by overthinking how I should come off.
It will all be over in less than twelve hours, but even if I succeed it is unlikely I will get the news before the end of the week. All those interviewers have to compare notes and agree on their decision. Please send me your good wishes. I need them. At this point I am more humble and less confident. I don’t have much time to fix that.