I walked in, all dolled up: shirt, tie, somewhat fancy shoes.

There were eight people waiting to interview me. I clutched the cold
water plastic bottle that was given me. The pit of nervousness in my
stomach pulsated but then evaporated when the interview finally started.

I feel good about it.

Did I get the job? I don’t know yet–won’t for a couple of days at
least. But all I can say is that I feel I did a good job presenting
myself in a professional and calm manner, fielding their questions
(nothing really difficult to answer).

What a load off my back.

Thank you all for your prayers. It means a lot to me. I think that’s
the reason why I felt strong going in. My internal body temperature
never got unbearable. Let’s hope they make the decision into my favor.

We’ll see.
 



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