What time is it?
fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck...you get the point, it's that time. I'm leaving for my second interview today, and I'm shaking like a lamb at slaughter...okay well that's a bit much.
I am nervous and all that jazz about this, but I'm really nervous about the little stuff. Dealing with the other prospects and the self presentation (don't know what it is really) and our group presentations.
Well here's to being nervous and my heart racing, but standing tall and voice clear and unwavering before people and being fucking awesome. No matter how smart someone is there I can handle the situation better. I would like to think so. Thus I'm swallowing my delusional grandeur pill and going to kick ass at this interview. I can sleep when I get back!
I am nervous and all that jazz about this, but I'm really nervous about the little stuff. Dealing with the other prospects and the self presentation (don't know what it is really) and our group presentations.
Well here's to being nervous and my heart racing, but standing tall and voice clear and unwavering before people and being fucking awesome. No matter how smart someone is there I can handle the situation better. I would like to think so. Thus I'm swallowing my delusional grandeur pill and going to kick ass at this interview. I can sleep when I get back!