An interview. So much potential.

Today I had a job interview. 

My first proper grown up one. 

And I was absolutely pooping my pants.

I don't think it would have been bad if I wasn't that fussed about the job but I really really want the job. I'd love a career in this sector which made me put the pressure on myself even more.

The first thing that left me sleepless was what to wear. I only got 2 days notice so was basically left to wear something I already had. I soon established that I don't own much formal clothes. I have my 'funeral trousers' and school shirts. So I made do with this and found a V-neck jumper and wore my posh jacket and scarf. Oh and shoes that were shiney and new that my mum let me borrow. Whilst walking to the front door of the building from the car I established that my shoes were Infact too big for me. Delightful. Note to everyone, have some formal clothes kicking about-you never know when you'll need them in a hurry. 

I had to wait in a waiting area where I tried to sit straight whilst trying to 'sort myself' and ended up doing some breathing exercises. I tried to make myself more relaxed thinking about all sorts but really just wanted to get In there and get over it. 

The first thing they said was 'just an informal chat' This made me feel I little bit more at ease. They spoke about the role then had abit background on the company. All the while they were talking I had all the answers to interview questions running around in my head. 

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They asked their first question and thought brilliant, let's go, let's show off.... 

Mind blank. Super. Brilliant. Can't think of anything. Whatttt on earth will I say??...

So I just blabbed myself through, answering as good as I can but knowing my answers weren't the best. 

And now I feel deflated. Like I have ruined the one chance I had to get that job I wanted. 

I'll find out my fate tomorrow. 

Get the tissues (and cake) ready....