Post from out of nowhere...
This second mock interview has me spooked. It's with someone I'm not supposed to know...but in this case, I do. In fact, I have had one notable experience with with her--possibly the nastiest across-the-counter experience I had ever had. Only later did I found out she is was just an irate customer, she is also a distric manager. And it just so happens that today, she is mock interviewing me.
That nasty feeling in my stomach that makes it seem as if its twenty feet deep, dark, churning, and empty makes it a strain to think of anything else but our meeting at 2:30. How will she greet me. How will I respond. Will we mention our past conflict? Will we say nothing of it, only to let it hover over every word I speak and be at the front of my mind as I struggle for answers to open-ended questions about customer service?
This is a nightmare. I can't imagine how I will feel if I ever get to the point where I have to do the real thing.
My car is also in the dumps. It's making sounds that only go-carts and dying animals should. I suspect it's a blown spark plug or a hole in the gas/airline. But this can't be addressed until saturday, because I have to get to work today and friday, so we're telling it [see waynes world] "if your gonna spew..." than just hold off until late friday night. Thank you, machine.
That nasty feeling in my stomach that makes it seem as if its twenty feet deep, dark, churning, and empty makes it a strain to think of anything else but our meeting at 2:30. How will she greet me. How will I respond. Will we mention our past conflict? Will we say nothing of it, only to let it hover over every word I speak and be at the front of my mind as I struggle for answers to open-ended questions about customer service?
This is a nightmare. I can't imagine how I will feel if I ever get to the point where I have to do the real thing.
My car is also in the dumps. It's making sounds that only go-carts and dying animals should. I suspect it's a blown spark plug or a hole in the gas/airline. But this can't be addressed until saturday, because I have to get to work today and friday, so we're telling it [see waynes world] "if your gonna spew..." than just hold off until late friday night. Thank you, machine.