Wish me luck... whatever that means

Note that "ponytail" does not include gray roots and split ends

Today at 1 p.m. I am going on a job interview. Did you hear me? I said I AM GOING ON A JOB INTERVIEW. I have been self-employed since 1995. And also? I have a hippy momma ponytail as my "professional" look. Yeah, this is going to be swell.

Ever since Tim has joined me in the ranks of the self-employed, it has become increasingly clear that one of us needs to have a "real" job, wherein "real" = benefits and paychecks on a regular schedule. Because paying for our family's health insurance independently, without benefit of a group, SUCKS IT HARD. And collecting accounts receivable on a you-get-paid-when-they-finally-pay-you basis is not particularly conducive to running a household.

So, the pros and of taking a job for a court reporting firm, as opposed to continuing in my freelance self-employed status.

PRO:
Paychecks on a regular schedule
Paying less for health insurance and getting better coverage
No longer having to do my own billing and account collections
No longer having to do my own transcript production

CONS:
Working for someone else and all that that implies
Working more hours per week*

*This one is dual-edged. It is a "con" in the sense that I will need to be committed to working every day, which totally cramps my style when it comes to all of the volunteering and crafting and going to lunching that I currently enjoy. BUT it's actually a "pro" when you factor in that the reason I am doing so much volunteering and crafting and going to lunching is because I don't have enough freelance work.

So I'm off to a job interview. For a job I am borderline interested in and which has the potential to totally cramp my style. I would say "wish me luck," but I'm not exactly sure what the lucky thing would be right now. I know! Wish that I find a bag of money in the street on my way to the interview. And that my hair morphs into something cute magically and of its own accord without me having to (a) choose a hairstyle (b) make a hair appointment or (b) spend $120 for a hair cut. Yeah. Wish that.

PS: Remind me to tell you about my batshit freak out at Target and how I have broken up with Target, forever, in a gigantic blaze of glory.

UPDATE: I was dazzling and, pretty much, the job is mine if I want it. I now need to decide if I want it. And if I do, how soon can I start. *Immediately* was bandied about. I gots some thinkin' to do.

UPDATE, THE DAY AFTER: It is possible that I have overestimated my own dazzlingness, because they have not called.

UPDATE III: The overestimation of my dazzlingness was premature and uncalled for. Turns out, I AM DAZZLING after all. Got the job offer. Took the job.