The anxiety

I have my second interview tomorrow, I can sense the anxiety. I should relax though; call backs usually mean that they are interested, except that I’ll be having lunch with the directors and I think the president. Why can’t the interview just be in a little small room with a table, two chairs, a bright light above and a big two way mirror on the side? They can drill me with questions all day one interviewer after the other. That’s what I am use to.

Why do they have to change the turf, I mean its not like I like these guys, these guys are probably going to be my future bosses and I am not one to brown nose. It’s not like I’m going to order liquor and have a great time eating the food that I want. If anything I’ll just have a salad, and water.

Finals are next week, and I will finally finish with this bloody degree, I should start work in about two weeks so then I can concentrate on law school. I’ll be a newly founded catholic because it will probably take a miracle to get in. Went to the barber shop on Saturday and across the street there is a church. I stop by to buy a rosary, I’ve started wearing it. Hey every little bit of help counts, next item on the list, a rabbit’s foot.

Alright enough nonsense time for bed.