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Jan 21, 2009 19:58

"So, at your last job, you created a website for your agency?"

"Yes, I did."

I smile, but the smile feels wrong. My upper lip is glued to my teeth. It seems like my mouth is overly dry yet my saliva glands are over producing. Way over producing. I close my mouth and swallow several times, but it isn't helping. If I talk, I'm afraid spittle is gonna fly, and did she just ask me a question? Oh, God. She did.

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that?"

Her smile thins at my request and she says, "Do you have the URLs to the last site you made?"

Last site I made, last site I made...that would be the site with my fanfic. Although it's very nice, it isn't the site I want a potential employer to view. Oh, hey! I could give her one of the agency sites I made. Yeah!

"Uh...try www.dcpfast.org."

Her eyes narrow, and I can tell I took too long to answer.

"Well, I'll look that up this afternoon..."

At this point, I'm pretty sure I don't have the job. I mean, she's doing the fake smile thing, the nice to have met you thing, and the we'll call you thing.

God I hate interviews.
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