I Have An Interview Tomorrow...

I really hate those words! If I had a nickel for every interview I've had in the last 5 years...I'd have 40 cents. Well maybe that's not that impressive on paper, but trust me, interviews in my world are pretty expensive (emotionally speaking), serious stuff. (I actually got three of those jobs but only took one of them).

I spent most of the afternoon and evening on Friday finding the perfect skirt, which is nearly impossible...too short, too long, too sexy, too frumpy. I must be a weird size because I always have to do something to the skirt to make it fit. Luckily, my grandmother taught me to sew so I can do that. This one needed hemming and two new darts.

I never wear closed-toe shoes and pantyhose...but I will be tomorrow, and why is it that I will definitely shave my legs in the morning? Do I think that's going to make a difference in the outcome?

Today I practiced answering questions that I assume I will be asked, I've also spent a lot of time praying that I will not embarrass myself. That may sound weird to you, but it's what I've done and I know that my God always intervenes when I ask.

Whatever the outcome, there's something inside of me that keeps making me "put myself out there". It's not that I like torture, at least I don't think that's it..it's just that I want to achieve everything I can in my career before I retire.

I'll let you know how all of this goes...