Survival of the Sweatiest

I survived my interview. It was not NEARLY as disastrous as my last interview, THANK THE LORD. I was very, VERY concerned that I was a complete and total interview failure after that last train wreck. (At one point in the last interview, I TOTALLY forgot what the question was and just kept blathering on until I couldn't think of anything else, so I just sort of trailed off and ended by saying, "So...." EMBARRASSING.) I managed to remember all of the questions this time around and BS'ed my way through a few of them, because, hi, I don't know any ACTUAL learning strategies. Sheesh.

The main problem was the SWEATING. There was no parking in front of the building, so I had to park in back. Then I mistakenly went to the church next door (it's a Catholic school, so I'm not a TOTAL idiot for getting confused) and had to walk around the building and up along the sidewalk on the main street while my panty hose rode down my butt crack. (Sorry male readers!) I hope lots of people drove by while I tried to adjust THAT in the parking lot. It's pretty difficult to subtly stick your hand down your skirt and pull UP on pantyhose. So by the time I actually entered the building, I was only 5 minutes early and was sweating somewhat heavily. Fortunately, they were running behind? Chatting? Dreading another interview? And were late taking me in so I was not visibly dripping with sweat (at least, I don't THINK I was). But as I sat in there and tried to smile and talk intelligently, I realized that my forehead WAS NOT STOPPING WITH THE SWEATING and I must have looked like a pig in heat, which is EXACTLY the image I want to convey to future employers.

Anyway, I'm cool not getting the job and I'll find out next week when they reject me. In the meantime, I hope you have a great day trying to get the image of panty hose riding down my behind out of your head.

You're welcome.

I love you.