Is this still a good time to talk?

If I have to say that one more time, I can going to cry. But I GET to say it 30 more times. I have to give 30 more interviews. JESUS.

Some ways to be a bad interviewer:
-say “great” to almost everything someone says–it’s really hard to think of something else to say when you are typing someone’s 30 min talk verbatim
-be able to answer NONE of the person’s questions at the end of the interview
-trip up on the interview script so you seem illiterate, not someone trying to fight illiteracy
-get crushes on the people you’re interviewing
-drink lots of coffee even though you said you’d quit, so much that it makes you crazy
-ask follow-up questions about a man who worked in a store as cheese monger when he mentions a premiere cheese store in NY that he’s never been to but he’s heard of
-tell a girl who had a challenge working with a Haitian priest who wanted her chruch to buy him car parts that she should write about her experiences

This is totally hypothetical. You know…

I felt so crazy at the end of today that I went to a store to buy a sandwich and while the man was making my sandwich I saw him looking at a man outside the store and I was CONVINCED they were going to stab me in the back and kill me. THEN a man with a single rose walked in the store. You are so lucky I’m alive and able to write this blog. I was almost killed. JESUS.

I had a dream last night that was so sad. In the dream Mary Liz told me that if I didn’t do Weight Watchers, she wouldn’t be my friend because I definitely wasn’t as pretty as I was when she met me. It’s really hard having such a beautiful girlfriend–that is my dream interpretation.

New favorite NY places:
-Dinosaur BBQ
-Pianos
-Sleepville (this is my bed)