so this is what i ended up wearing to the job interview. except i didn't wear flip-flops. no. i wore real shoes. because flip-flops (along with shorts) should not be worn in public, unless you're just running to the store or on vacation or at the pool. sorry. they just shouldn't. i think it's my mother's voice in my head, echoing the word, "tacky". heh.
i think it went okay.
they said they'd let me know sometime next week.
for brevity, i have broken down the pros/cons of accepting this position, should it be offered to me.
of course i don't even have the job yet. so my worrying about all this is inconsequential.
oh, and the woman who interviewed me was all like, "Now, I do call references..." so now i am worried that the people i put down as references should be warned before she calls, or else they'll be bothered and put on the spot and say terrible things about me.
yeah. i worry too much. i've started noticing that i pick apart even hypothetical situations and find worse-case scenarios, and reasons why i will innevitably fail in whatever endeavor i pursue.
whatever. i'll know more next week, i guess.
i took out my lip ring, just in case. i have the lebret stud i got it pierced with in now. here's a pic. it feels so weird.
that's all for now.
ciao.
-Hyena.
[Edited on Aug 07, 2005 12:39PM]