A Thumbs Up

The last time I was interviewed was before a camera. The days proceeding the interview were worse than the actual interview. I remembered all sorts of horror stories my friends had shared with me. I imagined spinach stuck between my teeth and no one telling me, until afterwards. I imagined the interviewer asking me "trick" questions. I conjured up images of myself not being able to answer his questions. Suppose he asks me about some of the research I did, and I can't remember. My Grandmother Neff used to tell me, "girl you are your own worst enemy." I had no idea what she meant back then. Oh, the wisdom and insight that comes with age. I'm not saying I don't still get nervous when I'm being interviewed, because I do. Am I devastated? No. I take a deep breath and relax. It's fun now. I've never had a bad interview. What I'm saying is the interviewer has never been bad. They have all been kind, and helpful to me. I have been blessed to be interviewed by kind people. When my friends call, or email and tell me how worried they are about their upcoming interview, I just smile and say. I know what you mean, but you'll be fine. Take a deep breath and think of me sitting right beside you, giving you a "thumbs up."