So the past few weeks I've found myself in the same situation over and over again. Dressed immaculately with my hair done just so, a half smile on my face and doing all I can to exude the easygoing charm and confidence of a functional, competent and engaging human being while at the same time subjugating the multitude of neuroses and that creeping feeling of inadequacy that all overachievers are invariably saddled with. The smalltalk tends to be my undoing. I've never quite mastered the art of chit chat, a skill that mid-western women seem to possess in great abundance. I can't help but marvel when I hear them on the street or as they are being led to their table at a restaurant."Oh, where am I going? This is nice. Look at those candles, aren't they just spectacular. Are the tables mahogany or oak? Do I turn left? Is Nancy behind you Fred? I'm so hungry. I'm glad we found this place. Have you been open long? We don't have to walk too far to get back to the hotel....."
And they just keep on going. Always ready to produce a cordial, anodyne white noise of pithy observations, rhetorical questions, cheerful slogans and excerpts from their inner monologue.
But I digress.
I want this person to like me. To remember me. To call me. I am doing my best to be myself. Well, the witty, intriguing, little sparkle shine out of my smile self. I want to do this right and I know I have to believe. And if it doesn't work out, I have to go right out and put myself out there again. Somethings gotta stick, right?
Job interviews suck.
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