Everything stresses me out. From episodes of Law & Order to cans of peanut butter left opened on the counter. I don’t watch scary or suspenseful movies and I try to shy away from interacting with my irrational phobias because of anxiety. People always say I stress myself out for no reason. I think it’s partly genetic. Just like my father, I worry about everything.
I had an interview today at Prometheus Books. I was nervous about it for two weeks. I won’t know if I got the internship for a few more days but I am done stressing. I can’t do anything about it now. To use a shameless cliché, my fate is sealed, and I’m really trying to just relax. What’s done is done (how many clichés can I use...) and I’m going to enjoy my next few days in Buffalo. Not to count my chickens before they hatch, but I also put in a few applications for a part-time job out here in Western New York. I think this is shaping up to be a productive summer.
I’m preparing myself to not get the position at Prometheus. I’ve already worked through the stages of grief and I’m on to acceptance. When I don’t get hired, I’ll be on my way back to Albany for a summer with my friends, which doesn’t sound half-bad. I got interview experience, a new dress and a week with my brother and soon to be sister-in-law. Not bad. Stress-free. Breathe.
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