My day started out all sunshine & smiles. I had planned for it to be a great day…I had an interview at 9 that I was really excited for. The day was beautiful. What more could a girl hope for?
For starters she could hope that she didn’t come across like a bumbling idiot at her interview. Or that maybe she wasn’t a little cocky, just self assured. Or that her stomach would not make such insane noises that everyone on the room looked at her in horror (ok horror might be a bit of an exaggeration…but still). That same girl could hope that she was grown up enough to not obsess all day long about said failed interview. She could also hope for a do-over (who ever wants to do-over a Monday for Pete’s sake?!)
But then I wouldn’t be me, I guess. Tomorrow will be a better day. I just know it!
