I'm hoping the kind ladies that have just interviewed me will ignore the fact that i am a stuttering, mumbling, shaking buffoon and give me a job. I'm hoping they'll ignore the fact my mouth was so dry i could hardly swallow, but if i had picked up that jug of water we all know i was shaking so much it would have gone everywhere.
I'm hoping they realise that i don't always waffle on and on and on and on and on about entirely the wrong things like there's no tomorrow. Also, i'm hoping they'll excuse the long pauses where i didn't have a clue what to say and just looked like they'd slapped me in the face.
I swear, if i get this job, it'll be a fucking mirical.
Now, i'm going to go and cheer myself up after this complete and utter balls up by buying some more gorgeous yarn from HipKnits, even though i still have 4 balls i still haven't used.
At least they didn't realise i don't have any tax on my car, right?