Guess who has a job interview on Thursday.
Fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck.
I don't have anything to wear!
I haven't had a boss or a dress code since the 90's!
I don't even know if I want to do this!
My husband thinks I'm nervous because I don't see that I'm perfect for the job and that they'd be lucky to have me. He mistakes me for someone without a huge ego.
My fear isn't that they won't like me. My fear is that they will! And then I'm really going to have to make a decision about what I want.