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Feb. 19th, 2026 03:12 pm Interview today at 1. In person.
I can do any work. I can learn any system. I can make things happen in Excel. But I hate interviews so bad. They just feel so fake and creepy and . yuck.
I was sweating like mad, so I put a cooling patch on my skin under my bra. That helped.
I also put a bit of roll on antiperspirant on my hands and dusted lightly with corn starch so I wouldn't be a wet sweaty mess of a hand shake.
I guessed correctly at how to dress--the outfit I picked looked like pretty much everyone else I saw there. Blouse, slacks, flats. I didn't see many heels there. No suits or sport jackets.. I looked good, or as good as possible.... but I answered the last question wrong.
On the plus side, they're filling 9 positions so there may be room for one fuckup (me) in the ranks. :/ I can't keep caring about this shit. I hate myself. I hate my life. I don't want to be alive anymore.
I can do any work. I can learn any system. I can make things happen in Excel. But I hate interviews so bad. They just feel so fake and creepy and . yuck.
I was sweating like mad, so I put a cooling patch on my skin under my bra. That helped.
I also put a bit of roll on antiperspirant on my hands and dusted lightly with corn starch so I wouldn't be a wet sweaty mess of a hand shake.
I guessed correctly at how to dress--the outfit I picked looked like pretty much everyone else I saw there. Blouse, slacks, flats. I didn't see many heels there. No suits or sport jackets.. I looked good, or as good as possible.... but I answered the last question wrong.
Something about talk about a mistake I made and how I'd do it differently or attempt to fix it .... aside from learning how to time travel? I dunnnooooo. All I can really do is learn and move forward, I can't fix the past. So. I don't know what they were getting at, but after I finished answering she asked a clarifying question to try and get the right answer out of me, but I think I still fucked it up.
Oh well. FML, I guess.
On the plus side, they're filling 9 positions so there may be room for one fuckup (me) in the ranks. :/ I can't keep caring about this shit. I hate myself. I hate my life. I don't want to be alive anymore.
