2003-11-12 - 2:19 p.m.
Huzzah!
I just got a job interview at the Silver Snail, tomorrow at seven. If I get this, I'd probably work one night a week and at least one weekend day. I'd be able to grossly overindulge myself in graphic novels with my newfound discount. I'd be in comic book heaven. I'm so excited I could pee my pants, if it weren't for my exceptional bowel control.
Now I'm kind of nervous. What if Steph doesn't like me? I could be too geeky, or - heaven help me - not geeky enough. What if the interview involves probing questions that delve into some of the terrifying specifics of early Fantastic Four or Spiderman comics? What if I blank out and can't remember who Doctor Octopus is? What if I say something too sassy and sarcastic and she thinks I'm a bitch? What if I AM a bitch?
Maybe I should just hide in my cubicle. I'm an old woman of 25 now, no longer cut out for the rough and tumble life of a retail sales clerk on Queen Street. Maybe I should calm down and get a grip.
Interview advice and powerful slaps across the face welcomed.
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