Diary Entry #5

April 9, 1982

I just got home from my interview. Honestly, I can really decipher how I feel about it.

Me and Dr. McDonald met at a small cafe near my job this morning around 9am and just talked for about an hour or so. He asked me about my hobbies and my interests. He asked if I had any flight experience and I said no, how could I? He laughed at that, which is good I think. He couldn't give me any real details on what it is I'd be doing in this program, but he told me it was to hopefully help protect humanity from something. I hope it's not aliens. I told him that and he laughed again.

In the middle of our interview, he got up and excused himself to take a phone call outside. I waited for a bit but, god damn me, I can't help but be nosey. I followed him and stood behind a wall near him and eavesdropped. I could barely make out anything he said but I head him say the numbers 10:49. I was thinking that maybe he had somewhere to be at that time, but it was already past 11, so I'm not exactly sure what those numbers meant. I didn't have time to question that though because I ruhsed back to my seat to avoid being caught.

We talked some more before he eventually said he had to run. He shook my hand and said's he'd reach out by Sunday night to inform me either which way what happens. I want to let myself be excited for this, I truly do, but I just am not feeling good about my chances. A country full of prospective candidates, what are the odds they choose me. Slim to none.

I should probably look into getting a second job.

-Janie Hopkins