Counting Down

My interview is in an hour and a half. I made the mistake of drinking coffee. Sounded good, but really, not so much.

Apparently I've developed a new super-power. My secret identity has only been known by the fam and a few trusted friends, but it was leaked to the tabloids a few weeks ago and I have since been identified as She Who Cleans When Angry.

I wasn't born with this power, it simply evolved over the course of married life. The family knew that when I started rearranging cupboards, slamming pots and pans, or scrubbing the floor by hand, they'd better stay out of my x-ray eyes sights (mainly because they'd be put to work too). Nothing makes a floor sparkle like anger.

There's been a sudden shift in my powers recently. It may have been that spider bite or the time I was trapped inside a nuclear facility with just my oven mitts and a latte, but things have changed.

I not only clean when I'm angry. I now clean & organize when I'm stressed.

Take today, as an example: Using super speed I went to the track, the post office, the bank, and headed home. Flexing my incredible muscles I cleaned my bedroom (including vacuuming under the bed), gathered things for Goodwill, swept the floors, did the laundry, and then ran to town. I dropped off the donations, stopped at the store, flew into the farm store for fresh local veggies, returned home and cleaned the kitchen.

The only trouble is these super hero tights are really ugly and don't even get me started on the cape.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a job interview to conquer.

Up, up and away!

UPDATE:

I did the presto chango in the phone booth and emerged in a lovely Hawaiian print dress (black with a tan and green pattern). My toe nails were a bold red and my hair…well you know, its super girl hair, so thus it rocks. I was five minutes early for my interview. Perfect.

The interview itself went really well, if I do say so myself. I’m glad it’s over and now I’ll wait for the yea or nay, but at least the hard part is over.