full grown

I’m not sure if that is the right cliche, but I learned that I shouldn’t really get excited about anything.

I worried, sweat and wrung my hands for hours before the interview yesterday. I was sure that I had to get the job, that everything depended on it. I toiled over what to wear and my self esteem was really low. I felt too fat, stupid and was sure I was going to do nothing but stutter and say “um” too much.

I left way too early, but I wanted to be absolutely sure that even if there was an act of God on the highway, I was going to be on time.

I waited in the parking lot, nervously checking my hair, taking deep breaths and trying to recite something that sounded a lot like Stuart Smalley.

I went in and gave my super friendly, confident smile. I waited in the conference room and tried to not fidget while I waited for the manager to come in.

She came in and out came the winning smile again. She started the interview and I began to relax. We conversed easily and things went well. All except everything that came out of her mouth about the job. I quickly realized that I didn’t want any part of this company or this job. She talked of nepotism and old boy’s club thinking and time clock naziism and the list goes on. She even admitted that some of the people that worked there are unlikeable and worth avoiding!

So all the worrying, fretting and hair and makeup was NOT worth it. I’m mad at myself that I got so worked up over nothing, and that I let some extra carbs soothe my nerves.

The good news is, I got another job. I’ll be getting in some cardio with this job, I’ll be scrubbing floors and showers for the rich and famous. Well, maybe not rich and famous, but for those that have more money than me that can hire someone to clean for them.

It could always be worse.

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