Wednesday, 25 May 2011

Frantic Nerves 1/2

You've spent hours in the bathroom straightening or curling your hair, applying make-up, studying your face to make sure it looks just perfect. Then you've spent another hour and a half in your bedroom pulling everything out of the cupboard and draws trying to pick out the best outfit only to finally decide on what you had picked out the day before. Then finally, you’re standing in front of a full length mirror admiring your handy work with a straightener and an eye liner pencil, and let’s not forget those cute pair of heals you bought on sale just for this occasion. Finally, satisfaction.

But then, hang on, “why am I dressed like this? Why did I actually brush my hair today and dust off my make-up case? Oh yeah, I have a job interview!”

It’s about then when the sweat starts to bead on your forehead and the back of your neck starts to prickle. It’s about then when you thank yourself for deciding to wear a black suit so no one will see the growing sweat marks under your arms.


So you frantically put the straightener away hoping it was cooled down enough, but that would have to wait til later. You brush your teeth and check to make sure your breath doesn’t smell because that would be a major turn off! You grab your already lined up and organised things – handbag with wallet and phone already placed inside, cover letter and resume – go to walk out the door and realise you forgot your keys. So you run back in to get them. But now you feel like you’re running 10 minutes late, so you roar up the street only to arrive half an hour early.

15 minutes is early enough so you decide to kill the extra 15 minutes by sitting in the car. You don’t want to look too keen – desperate.
Meanwhile, the sweat patches under your arms have doubled in size and the make-up you spend hours on has practically all melted off. And there is nothing you can do about it.

Your mind is racing, trying to be ready for any questions they may throw at you. But it turns you crazy because you can’t possibly know what they’re going to ask – making you go scatter-brained. So you think about calming yourself down. You take deep breaths and tell yourself “You’re going to be great. They’re going to love you.” You’re ready to go in.

Tick tock.. tick tock.. tick tock..

To be continued...

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