An Active Voice
I have a job interview tomorrow. Second one in five months. I met with a friend and former co-worker today who happens to work there. We had Mexican mochas and talked about VWs and our old TV station and reminisced about something that no longer exists. Wait, this sounds kinda gloomy.
Our meeting actually inspired the crap out of me. Earlier in the day, I sort of had a panic attack, second-guessing my abilities. She told me to focus on my strengths and I realized my panic attack was a waste of adrenalin. As we talked, I could see myself in the interview then at a desk, doing the work, feeling confident. It felt pretty fucking good.
Thank you, MCS, and good luck to me!
