And I feel like shit! Yay! Not.
I'm not nervous, interviews never bothered me too much in general, but I'm anxious about not looking like I don't feel like shit.
I want the job...but...I feel like shit.
I just hope I don't come off as a total idiot. "Hey man...like, butterflies, and trees, and we all can...look, a squirrel!"
LMAO
I've got my outfit picked out, I was going to get a haircut today but...say it with me now, "I feel like shit." So I'm going to put it up.
The Vice President is coming to town, and I was going to go on Monday, the date on my tickets, but he changed to tomorrow so he could attend Arlen Specter's funeral. I get it, but I can't go tomorrow. Sorry, Joe.
I'll let you know how it goes late tomorrow. After my nap.
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