I had a wee interview at Holland + Barrett this morning. Ever so frightened, I was. I wound up borrowing my sister’s shirt + my mother’s cardigan after realising how un-smart my smart attire really is. Heck, I even took the braids out of my hair + brushed it. I never brush my hair. On the way down, I forced myself to walk with my shoulders back + head high, muttering the words “I am confident, I have something to give, I am confident,…”
It is all a blur now. I do get myself into a funk sometimes!
I came home, had some munch + treated myself to the remains of the peanut butter jar. The teaspoon ended up perched on my nose + I ended up with messy paws.
