The Waiting

Is the hardest part. Sing it like Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers.

I hate how my obsessive/compulsive brain works. It's in overdrive now. . .as it was last week, BEFORE the interview. I'm thinking I rambled incessantly during the interview, and didn't maintain very good eye contact, and might have been too energetic. . .crap.

Why do I beat myself up like this? I'll be fine if I don't get the job, but I find myself desperately wanting it now. I don't want to feel inadequate any more, to feel like an unfrozen caveman, unfamiliar with your technological ways.

Crud biscuits.