Bleargh

Job interview at 3:45 PM. Feel nauseated; want very much to go back to bed. Hopefully, will wake up before interview.

Bleargh.

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This is yet another mood I think I shouldn't be in.

I don't think I'm going to get the job. I'm all depressed, and yet giddy. I keep alternating songs that are innocuous or optimistic (the Dead Kennedys' version of "I Fought the Law", for instance) with breakup songs I know I should be avoiding ("Keep on Loving You.")

I made a couple of silly mistakes. The responsible parties could easily justify hiring me by chalking those up to nerves. They could easily justify not hiring me by not doing so. I honestly don't know how I would decide if it were up to me. I also hate the feeling of not having done my best.

There's no one here to kiss. That makes me sad.

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For rahirah, with admiration, respect and apologies.

( Fic, self-indulgent )