Job interview

I have to confess that I sincerely, seriously... hate job interview.

It's one of the thing that fear me most.

The thought of volunteering yourself to be interrogated by a stranger, being ask suicidal questions, not being able to answer suicidal questions, trying hard to be seen confident... and look pretty... and be wise, but the interviewer thinks otherwise, the interviewer mula tunjuk terror, the interviewer thinks you're dumb and so forth... are enough to give me diarrhea.

Seriously. I had a few series yesterday. All because I had to attend a job interview in the evening.

But turn out it was nothing as I thought.

The interviewer was friendly, no suicidal questions popped, I feel very comfortable, he made me naturally confident, he said I were aggressive (whatever that means), he seriously wanted to hire me and the best part, I almost got the amount of salary I requested for.

Yeay for me!!

So... I assume such a beautiful ending would end my agony, no?

So why the diarrhea still don't go away? In fact, I had one while writing this entry.

It's either the diarrhea tragically coincided with my job interview, or the job interview was the one triggering this effect.

Either which, I better stop now. I can feel it's coming again. Chiow.