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Working Girl, Pt. 1

Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shiza.

Yes, it is 1:30 in the morning. I know I'm accustomed to late-night posting, but I really shouldn'y be online right now. Want to know why?

I HAVE MY FIRST JOB INTERVIEW TOMORROW.

Oh God. Just thinking about it makes my stomach hurt. I am 16 years old. Job interviews are for 20-somethings right out of college. But naww...I have to chill, or else I may just ROYALLY (seeing as I am the Queen) fuck this up.

Okay, so it's not like an interview to be Donald Trump's assistant or anything, it's only for the page position at my local library. But it would be my first actual job, so it's a big deal for me.

I need to relax. I was basically a page in my school's library all year. I can do this. I can do this.

Chilling. Breathing.

Maybe it won't be that bad.

Comments

SalGal said…
Dude, it's the LIBRARY. You'll be fine. They're a cheery lot over there.

At least they are at my library. Maybe your boss would be like Attilla the Hun?
July 10, 2007 at 1:02:00 PM EDT
Alex said…
gah. my dad keeps saying i need a job. hahaha.

good luck!!!
July 10, 2007 at 2:40:00 PM EDT
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