I had a job interview today, and if I don't get this job then something truly is wrong with this world. Perhaps my best showing ever, I answered what I wanted for the most part, I kept a smile, I was confident, maybe my people skills really are getting better?

I've been letting self doubt cloud my mind a lot recently, for some reason in my mind I thought that I was the only one all the way up until they mentioned that other people were also interviewing. Hearing that, my confidence dropped and I sat there in the staff room waiting for my interviewer steadily losing what momentum I built up in my mind. They were late, and as I stewed I for some reason thought of Nathan Fielder's 'The Rehearsal' and thought, what if I pretended I was confident in myself and I actually believed I could get this job? I think it kinda worked.

I didn't panic, not even once, I was stumped on a few questions like "what are your hobbies?" and all the dumb innocuous ones that don't mean much but all the important ones, I said what I wanted to say. I didn't fall over my words like the last interview and I didn't completely shutdown like the interview before that one.

On the way home, the bus route took me to some places that were near my old house where I grew up from ages 0-7. Not far from where I am now, but I haven't travelled this way in a long long time, and I let myself indulged in a little smite of nostalgia.

Made plans to get coffee with a friend while she's in London for a week or so, then bought tickets to some event in a bookstore on the same day, maybe one day this will be like skin to me.