Let’s Get Healthy: Day Thirty-three (AKA Sleep? What Means This Word, Sleep) #romancefit
Time on Treadmill: 30 minutes.
Apprehension Level: Xanax would be nice
So I have a job interview tomorrow that is playing hell with my ability to sleep. I’m not really worried about it — I fit the parameters easily, it’s a part-time contract position so it’s not like I’m re-enlisting with the Man, and I think I have a good shot at getting it. But I’m still nervous because this is a face-to-face meeting with strangers and I’m always a little anxious about making a good impression. And this anxiety is making itself known in a variety of ways — I can’t sleep, I screwed up two bezel settings in the garage, and of course the cats can sense this so they want to surgically attach themselves to me which, as much as I love them, is the last thing I want at this moment.
But by God I got my time in with Chuck, so I got that going for me.