Got the big interview tomorrow, 7:30AM, still rocked by that one, hopefully this early bird will catch the salary paying worm. I'm not that hopeful though, I reckon that if they thought I was a contender they would have given me a reasonable time slot, or maybe it's a test of my commitment to employment with them, who knows. I have some of the experience and qualifications they're after, there's a whole bunch of stuff I don't have though, so it at least if I fail in my attempt it's not because my interview game stinks, well not solely down to my stinking interview game. I'll need to be the best Adam I can be, going at that time will at least mean I'll be lacking the excess energy that could feed my nerves. Got a new suit just need to write up some prep, shave and get in my zone .... Like I have a "zone".... I hate talking about myself, an odd thing to admit on a blog I grant you but can't stand the vanity and arrogance that is required.
Do businesses actually ever hire the person they interview? I suppose if they hire an out and out arrogant muppet ... So just for tomorrow I must don my Fozzie outfit "Wokka wokka wokka!".
It's St.George's day today, so I'll be celebrating that as I usually do. By doing nothing and finding out it's St.George's day on the radio in the late afternoon. It's the modern day equivalent of a street party.
Reaching a compromise on my diet, had a tiny turkey salad and a pack or Revels. I’ve come to a conclusion that if I starve myself of everything that tastes nice I will most likely gorge like Henry VIII every weekend, if I just eat well and moderate things that taste nice (a battle in itself) I am less likely to have Incredible Hulk-esque flip outs where I eat everything “good” my eyes meet and wake from a sugar coma sometime late on Sunday.
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