Going on interviews high as a kite
Dear Diary,
I’m missing my Afro Brazilian Samba class tonight because the room won’t stop spinning and my skull is on fire. And despite not having eaten anything but Sudafed and Ibuprofen for the last 8 hours, I have zero desire to get up, walk across my expansive studio apartment, and fix something to eat.
I’m sick and miserable, clearly through no fault of my own.
I went on my second interview this afternoon, dizzy as ever. I had taken meds but my fever would not break. On the up side, the heat shooting from my face calmed my nerves a little. I was able to stop moving my mouth after 10 Mississippi’s instead of 100. No clue what I was talking about, though.
I dunno, I feel positive about this job, but not as confident as I did after the last interview. They are seeing a lot of people for this position and seeing the list of applicants who had signed in at the front desk kinda threw me. That, and the H1N1 virus I am apparently harboring in my body. But I won’t start making disparaging comments about the practicalities of this job (to cushion the blow of not getting it) until I find out for sure. I should know by the end of this week.
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I’m missing my Afro Brazilian Samba class tonight because the room won’t stop spinning and my skull is on fire. And despite not having eaten anything but Sudafed and Ibuprofen for the last 8 hours, I have zero desire to get up, walk across my expansive studio apartment, and fix something to eat.
I’m sick and miserable, clearly through no fault of my own.
I went on my second interview this afternoon, dizzy as ever. I had taken meds but my fever would not break. On the up side, the heat shooting from my face calmed my nerves a little. I was able to stop moving my mouth after 10 Mississippi’s instead of 100. No clue what I was talking about, though.
I dunno, I feel positive about this job, but not as confident as I did after the last interview. They are seeing a lot of people for this position and seeing the list of applicants who had signed in at the front desk kinda threw me. That, and the H1N1 virus I am apparently harboring in my body. But I won’t start making disparaging comments about the practicalities of this job (to cushion the blow of not getting it) until I find out for sure. I should know by the end of this week.
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