Freaking out. Freaking out. Freaking out.

I know, I know. I know all there is to know about maintaining my composure, staying cool and knowing Who's in charge. But I'm still nervous wreck. Well, not exactly but you know what I mean.

You'd think after a few interviews, I'd be a pro at this. Far from it. In fact, my very first interview was probably my best - I was confident, smart, funny. That was with the HR manager. But when the marketing manager asked if I knew how to maintain a website, whether I knew html, I completely floundered. What was I to do? The confident, smart, funny me left and this meek, docile schoolgirl muttered an embarrassed "no". Whimpered, more like it. And after that, every other interview was far from splendid. I became polite. Soft-spoken. Careful. No more sassy downtown girl.

And so I'm freaking out. I'll let you in on a secret - I actually stopped eating chocolate before my first interview with the hotel just so I wouldn't break out. Of course, we have to thank God for Bobbi Brown. She's a lifesaver. Argh. Still freaking out. I'm hoping that by talking this out (typing actually), I'll feel better.

I should sleep soon. Or I might really break out tomorrow. Argh. I hate this. *grumble grumble* *whine* *grumble*

BLEAH.