I've been creaking and aching since I got up, but I'm not complaining. After coffee and fags in my friends garden I was driven home to get myself smartened up. I'm wearing a suit but no tie, ready for the interview at lunchtime. I'm not at all looking forward to it, but I am looking forward to getting it over and done with.
I hate interviews. I am intensely uncomfortable when someone I don't know starts talking to me and looking at me. It's torture. I will have to walk the tightrope between maintaining eye contact, and giving someone the eyeball. The hard bit will be to try and find the right words to say what I really mean, when I'm being constantly intimidated by surroundings with which I am unfamiliar. Deep breath now. I can only be myself.
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