This has to be it. I feel like a zombie. The panic attacks occure several times daily. This morning twice before the job interview. Once at breakfast, thank god there was noone there as I ate. The second as I finished the tailoring of the one pair of jeans I had for the interview today. It was the best I had. those jeans looked cool but had several tears that had been patched (and then the one path today).
I showed up for the interview 10 minutes early. The gentleman I was supposed to see had no idea I was coming. He asked me to come back at 3. I did, then he rescheduled for wednesday at 3. They were all good looking folks I feel like a dumb piece of meat.
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