January 12, 2011

I’ve been going on a lot of job interviews lately because I’m looking for full-time work. Sure, freelance gigs are awesome, they are creative, and they are fun. But I have a needy and materialistic wiener dog to take care of.

Every time I finish an interview the loving boyfriend asks me “So how did it go?” and you know what? I say the same thing every time. “It went fine, I think they liked me. They said they’ll get back to me. I don’t know.” He then tells me I probably did fine and I’m just overreacting. Since I’ve been neglecting my #daily365 duties I figured I’m about due for one so here is my illustration of how I feel about all the interviews I go to.