I have to leave my place at 1130 to reach Paris in time for my interview.. I am so petrified of this one. I really am. I have studied nonstop today and I feel like I remember nothing. I am going to bed in ten minutes. I need some rest before this one because I am going to get killed, destroyed, annihilated.
Brendan didn’t wish me luck and that makes me feel lousy. Did I mention I am scared to death? I am. I can’t remember the numbers I’ve read. I can’t remember anything. My mind is drawing a blank. I am interviewing with an utter big shot who will massacre and butcher me and eat me alive while I am still trying to recollect an industry multiple. Geez.
I just emailed Santa to tell him that the job seems more and more interesting as I find out more about it. And that can only mean one thing. I am going to put a ton of pressure on myself and fuck it up royally..I’m not talking turniquet pressure..I’m talking frogman 20,000 leagues under the sea pressure..Lord I can’t take it. How can I have such a low opinion of myself?
If he asks me a tough question, I will feign an epileptic fit and get out of it. Wish me luck, I need all the luck in the world. Good night (and…?)
I really miss Brendan.. I’m resisting the urge to email him. Wish I could though. Right, that’s it .. off to bed. Ciao.