Sorry for the delay folks...stressmonkey has been busy stressing since my last update.
On Friday morning StressMonkey found herself going for a job interview. Per usual she was up stressing the night before and did not get a restful sleep What would a restful sleep feel like anyway? Friday morning she awoke with an upset stomach and massive anxiety and an overall low mood. Why am I doing this interview? My stomach is going to blow up in the middle of this interview. Then I will have to tell everyone I need to go to the bathroom during the interview and that will be SO embarrassing.
Stressmonkey reluctantly drove toward the interview. I am so tired, OMG. Once she arrived, as anticipated, her stomach did infact explode. OMG, I knew this would happen! Everyone will be able to tell I am not feeling well. This is SO mortifying. A few moments after she left the restroom, a random woman came down to retrieve StressMonkey from the lobby. Act normal! Wait- what is normal anyway?
As they walked toward the interrogation (interview) room, the woman informed StressMonkey that there is a panel of seven people inside. WHAT THE HELL? I did not know about this. Now I will embarass myself in front of seven people! StressMonkey proceeded to answer questions with seven people staring at her. In her mind, she knew how uncomfortable she was. Yet, amazingly, not one person said something like "Gee you look weird/pale/uncomfortable" or etc. The people in the room were difficult to read so StressMonkey has no idea what they thought of her. I wonder what they thoguht about me?!
Following the interview came the series of anxiety-provoking thoughts. What did they think about me? Could I really do this job? We'd probably have to move soon if I get it (due to the commute), do I want to do that? What do I really want to be when I grow up? Per typical, StressMonkey has spent hours agonizing over a job that she has not been offered yet. If she's not offered it, her ego will immediately kick in and wonder the following: Why didn't they like me? What did I do wrong? Could they tell I was so uncomfortable? Ah, the endless mental plague of the StressMonkey.
