Emotional: I am nervous. I always get nervous at interviews (though, if Academic Decathlon is any indication, I am actually very good at them). I am thankful that under my jacket I am dressed fairly nicely. I am quite anxious and worried about getting there on time - I have to pick up Tish, and since she didn't see my post, that might take a bit. If my sister is not out there when I get to the school, I will leave her. I will call my mom and explain. But I will leave her. She is perfectly capable of walking home, and if I am late to the interview, they will never hire me.
Mental: More nerves. More wondering. What hours will they let me work? (I'm hoping for at least 25 or so a week). Will I get paid $7.50 or will it be less? Will the other people working there be nice and tolerate my bumbling for the first week or so while I get my bearings? Will they even hire me at all? *sigh* I was like this before the Texas Art interview, too. Both of them. Mrf. (there were two interviews for some reason. No one has ever been able to tell me why)
Artistic: I'm going to pretend this category does not exist.
Misc: Blah. Stress. Stress-stress-stress.
Which Angelina Are You?
As Michael, who insisted on taking away my knife at David's birthday breakfast thing, will tell you, this is disturbingly accurate. Hrm.