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By deevaa Date: 2002 May 21 Comment on this Work [[2002.05.21.18.19.9923]] |
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Job interviews make me nervous. This is the job I want, need. To pay for the dove grey sofa to pay for seafood dinners to prove to myself that I am worthy. There is a ball of nervous energy Dashing about inside. Can't keep still. Fingers, tapping. Legs, crossed. Bouncing. Can't focus on the job at hand (my perfume make him sneeze) I wonder if the best oil blend to wear Would be 'goddess' or 'serenity'. Somehow I know Neither Is 'just' right. Is Vanilla to Average? I'll be wearing a suit and Sitting across the table from 3 woman And a man. Councillors. And my nerves are jangling. Crashing. Clashing. |