Jan 10, 2011 20:00
... but I am. I panic. And we're talking about big bouts of anxiety, almost to the point in which I have to hyperventilate into a paper bag. Seriously. I can handle press conferences just fine, but give me a telephone number, give me the task of phoning someone and making a bunch of questions and my hands start to sweat. I usually relax in the middle of the interview (if I am prepared enough, which almost never happens, because there's never any time for that), but hell, starting an interview is like walking over hot coals to me.
I may have chosen the wrong profession.
o_0,
worries,
stupid things,
work