Hopeless.

Well, I went, I was interviewed, I am now curling up into the foetal position and not coming out of it for a week.

I really hate interviews that much.

I mean, even the person interviewing me commented on the fact that I was shaking. And the more you're made aware of it, like blushing, the more out of control it gets. (Yes, I blush too.)

All compounded by the fact I was late (late cab and getting lost in the building... really, someone just shoot me).

And the pooey thing is that I now really want the job.

Crap.