I was offered a job. But wait, it gets better.
It’s for a new magazine here in Sri Lanka – been up and running for six months. It’s two women, both who are probably slightly younger than me, who own and operate it out of one of their mother’s house for now. They’re expanding, need an office manager and someone to proof / edit / do everything / etc for two other quarterly magazines they’ll be producing. That would be me. They also want me to write a monthly article for the primary magazine. All this, with them knowing nothing about me except that I’m a writer and knowing the kind of person my husband is.
I’m seriously thinking of changing my “no, I don’t want a job” line to “uh, sure, for something I’m really interested in doing, I’ll be employed.”