My first interview went about as well as could be expected. I arrived too early, got wrinkled and covered in crumbs while waiting in the car, said some words backwards, and realized afterward that my skirt still had red thread holding the back shut. Then, as soon as I got home to mentally anguish over all the answers I could have answered more intelligently, my insides suddenly wadded up and I spent the entire night barfing. Mostly into the bathtub. Which I then had to wash at 2am.
So that is not how I would like my next interviews to go. Luckily, one of the librarians asked me to bring a kiddie book to read from. I should be able to manage that without major mishap.
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